Have you ever had a place that you’ve loved as long as you can remember? A place where every single smell, tree or sunset gave you such pleasure and comfort that you could think of nothing else but when you could return again and again? Like picking Apples from Grandma’s apple tree, savoring the taste of the sweet juice or basking in the heaviness of the hot air on your skin, breathing in every ounce of sunshine you could?

A place where your kids planned all their hopes & dreams. Where your momma & daddy, now long gone, could let down their stresses and judgements & just BE…. even for a weekend.
Then suddenly, like a virus, something unknown, sweeps in, & soon you notice a lil bad taste in your mouth. Like a poison, infecting your thoughts, your dreams. Maybe you had to sell Grandma’s house & you couldn’t contain your emotions, the memories, the feeling of loss…..
Ya, that’s where I’m at right now. Bittersweet precious memories of this beautiful valley, the big open skies, the palm trees seemingly out of place in Utah ,yet right at home. My thoughts intertwined with Hope for the future, of better things to come.
As 2 of my kids move closer to me this weekend, it’s a valuable reminder to love every second of your life, every opportunity that comes your way. Because you don’t know what tomorrow brings.

Hope is a beautiful thing … it connects the past with the future. It helps you survive your darkest thoughts..IF you are given that precious ray of hope….a true gift at just the right moment….

We will reboot, rebuild & come out of this funk that has reawakened our deepest fears but yet stirred up new dreams of hope & adventure.
Here’s to new endeavors….

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Samantha Waters

A unique perspective on the world from a small town girl turned big city nurse. Now a grandmother to 6 gregarious, resplendent boys and 5 endearing, magical girls, she strives the make the world a more understanding, pleasant place to experience this intense thing called life.

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