Steven and I got back from our gorgeous AZ retreat on sunday night. Seriously, we never wanted to leave. It was warm and sunny the whole time, and we then came back to crappy windy-cold-snowy Utah.
Gag.
We got to hang out with sister and brother-in-law who have pretty much the cutest kids EVER. We ate smores till our bellays exploded. Bought fresh oranges from mexicans. Ate Mexican. Worked on swimming lessons with the kids... and Flynn. Played at the park. Watched Steven ride the mini motorcycle. Threw bread and the ducks. And even took a two hour detour to the Grand Canyon on the drive back. Worth it.
Steven and I decided that we are in fact moving to Arizona in the next two years. They have nine good months of the year. Utah has three.
It's basically a no brainer.
Until then, I shall curse every winter storm that passes through.
