I have some good news and some bad news.
Good news: My Dad, also known as Hot Rod, is getting married. He has found a wonderful woman to spend the rest of his life with and they are getting married February 21st in the Mt. Timpanogos temple. Her name is Vicki Muir. She is the mother of 5 kids and a teacher at Lone Peak High School.
Bad news: Dad is moving. He has been entertaining the idea since he and Vicki have been talking marriage. They plan on living in her house for about 6 months and then buying a house of their own. I realize that I am 24 years old, married and I don't live at home, but it is my home. It is where my friends and I would congregate on the weekends, eating snacks and talking while sitting on the kitchen floor. It is where I spent half of my childhood. It is in the ward that I have grown to love and respect so much over the years. I think the thing that is the hardest is it was my mom's home. It is where she lived day after day and where she died.
Just for the record, I'm fine. Just a little sentimental. I really am so happy for both my Dadman and Vicki. I've just never been very good at saying good-bye to things...even houses. This isn't a new thing either. I remember being eight years old when my parents told me we were moving to Utah and running all the way to my best friend's house crying. I get attached to things and people and I don't like permanent change (except for marriage...that was a really good permanent change). Oh well, I guess it's life.
