every chorus is your name


this week we went to st. george to see my denhalter grandparents. the denhalters... we visit. we tell all the same stories and laugh and cry and laugh some more. my uncles tell stories about my dad and we all make my grandma recite the 5-word-opera until our stomachs ache from laughing.

a favorite story from this weekend: (one i've heard many times) my grandpa was an orphan adopted by an angel mother when he was 6. she was the first person to show him real love and when he finally recognized it he said to her "you didn't borned me, but we knew each other in heaven."