Feels Like Home

When we left Minnesota bright and early this morning, there was six inches of fresh snow on the ground...quite pretty if you like that sort of thing. Now, just a few short hours later, we are in Phoenix where the sun is out, the bougenvelia are in brilliant form, and the temps are in the 70s. Ahhhhhhhhh. Richard and I have been coming out here at least once a year since before we even got married. We took a hiatus the last two years since we try to slip a Hawaii trip in there every few years, and last year there was only one destination on our mind: Guatemala. Anyhow, it's nice to be back. It's funny, but Arizona feels more like home to me than Minnesota or even Wisconsin. I think maybe I was a southwest dweller in a former life or something. Or maybe it's just the familiarity because we've been here so often. Either way, it's awfully nice to leave the cold and snow behind (I'm no fan as you know) for a few days in the sun. It's Isabel's first time here. She was absolutely stellar on the journey, especially considering we had to haul her out of bed before 5:00 a.m. in order to catch our 7:00 flight. What a good little traveler she is...she only cried once, right before takeoff, and only because Richard pinched her underneath the chin with her special seatbelt when he was getting her situated in her seat. At one point, Richard and I looked at each other and wondered aloud how she'll do on a sixteen hour flight. Guess we'll find out in a couple of months.