This week it seemed like every time I turned around there was something beautiful. I'd go on a walk with J's sister and mom every morning along this road.
Abbey insisted on taking stale Honey Comb for Frita the Goat every morning.
The best part was being there to witness the NSHS Homecoming. Justin was Mr. High School. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean it in a 'I've-moved-on.--I'm-not-still-hanging-on-to-my-football-glory-days' sort of way. So it was fun for me to see how involved and excited this community is about their high school sports.
My niece and nephew got all decked out in their dad's old football jerseys for the homecoming parade. Last year J's grandparents were on the honored float for being voted NSHS's number one fans. They still go to every event even though the last grandkid to play there has his 10-year reunion this spring.
My second favorite part of the experience: while waiting for the parade to start, the little boy in the background of this picture came over to shoot the breeze. He said he stole his mom's car to get there. Then he told Boston he'd come to his birthday party later in the week if he could steal his mom's car again. I just laughed. My sister-in-law didn't. Maybe she knows something I don't.
But my favorite part was at the end of the parade. Everyone was hanging out, listening to country music. I turned to my sis and asked how long everyone stuck around. She said 'Oh, I forgot to tell you. The whole parade turns around and comes back again.'
Love it.
The best part was being there to witness the NSHS Homecoming. Justin was Mr. High School. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean it in a 'I've-moved-on.--I'm-not-still-hanging-on-to-my-football-glory-days' sort of way. So it was fun for me to see how involved and excited this community is about their high school sports.My niece and nephew got all decked out in their dad's old football jerseys for the homecoming parade. Last year J's grandparents were on the honored float for being voted NSHS's number one fans. They still go to every event even though the last grandkid to play there has his 10-year reunion this spring.
My second favorite part of the experience: while waiting for the parade to start, the little boy in the background of this picture came over to shoot the breeze. He said he stole his mom's car to get there. Then he told Boston he'd come to his birthday party later in the week if he could steal his mom's car again. I just laughed. My sister-in-law didn't. Maybe she knows something I don't.
But my favorite part was at the end of the parade. Everyone was hanging out, listening to country music. I turned to my sis and asked how long everyone stuck around. She said 'Oh, I forgot to tell you. The whole parade turns around and comes back again.'Love it.
5 comments:
ah, the place of kyler, justin and the gang's upbringing. classic. the only memory i have of that place is when me, you, tearsa, and justin were about .5 seconds from being made into road kill by a TRAIN, and a very disgruntled conductor behind it wondering why the heck we chilling on his train tracks...and not moving!! but, despite that oh-so subordinate detail, a good place nevertheless i guess.
little did i realize while we almost lost our lives, my future spouse was calling my dad, asking for permission to marry me at the very moment. thank you, god for sparing my life:) a little ironic if you ask me.
never mind. how could i forget new years eve up there? i've never seen more food...and snow, in my life.
that was SUCH a fun night.
Love the pictures Ashley! Do you take family ones? If not, you need to start!
Beautiful photography! I was tempted to go to BHS's Homecoming game a couple of years ago...but Ty talked me out of it :)
Ah, I feel like I'm home again just reading about the visit. I miss the mountains. There really is something special about small towns.
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