We just got home from a weekend in Cottonwood. It was one of the most tiring weekends ever for some reason. Don’t get me wrong, it was a wonderful weekend, just a lot of things to make us here parents tired. The minute we got to Cottonwood, our family took over (I love you all so much!) and let us escape to Sedona for the day. I’ll post more about that later, but the moment in this exact picture delighted my soul. Sedona was breathtaking, all day. Even in the 90s, the landscape was alive. So lush and green. I forgot how colorful the Sedona mountain ranges are. Driving back from our day together, looking over the yellow fields and ponds, watching the sun set behind the mountains as we made the 30 minute drive back to Cottonwood, was really special. In that moment I was so thankful for the hidden treasures of Arizona and for my life. For health and for all the goodness in people. I had the windows down, my arm on the window sill, the sun on my face. We drove that freeway in complete, beautiful silence, with such a common peace between us. It was like our souls were floating together in that drive. I know that sounds ridiculously corny, but it’s these moments I will remember forever. A day getaway together in the Arizona desert sun, just enjoying each other’s company and the splendor around us.