Through the mountains and back again

We just returned from a week-long trip to Alberta for a family wedding. What a wonderful time of visiting, eating, laughing, eating, and more visiting and eating. The drive was long but oh, so pretty. I love the Rocky Mountains. My husband snapped a few photos while I was driving.

Our youngest daughter came with us and enjoyed visiting (and eating) with cousins she doesn't get to see very often. Here she pulls her cousin's daughter who reminds me so much of my eldest daughter.

My sister-in-law is a wonderful artist. She gave Ashley one of her paintings for graduation. She does beautiful watercolours of flowers and nature.

And then, yesterday we drove home again. We spent the night in Golden, BC since driving all the way from Red Deer to Victoria is a little much. I was so very tired when we arrived. We took turns driving again on the way home and I drove the way over the coastal mountains. Rain poured down and the road was wet and slippery. A semi-truck passed me at one point, and I was completely blinded by the wall of water he threw up. What an awful feeling it was to be moving over 100 km/hour and to not be able to see. I know it was just a second or two but it felt like longer. I thank God for safety and wonder sometimes what He thinks about the speeds we travel - not just on the roads but in our daily lives. I think there's a Russian proverb that says, "God did not invent hurry."

So I'm back home again and eager to get to my studies and to homekeeping again. I cleaned the house thoroughly before leaving and it was such a pleasure to walk in to everything ordered and in its place. I do love being at home.