The Family O' Blevins

Yesterday after lunch we laid down for a much-anticipated Sunday afternoon nap and I felt a sensation I wasn't fully prepared for. I looked at Ethan and said, "I miss Rexburg." Now I was expecting and have felt the longing for Vashon Island with some of my family, clean air, and abundance of green, but missing south-east Idaho caught me off guard. I enjoyed my time there, but felt like I was so ready to leave that I failed to recognize completely the wonderful place it is. We spent some time talking about things we missed in our Idaho home, specifically our fabulous friends and incredible family there. I was surprised to be missing our basement apartment. With it's little quirks it still feels like home in some ways. I miss sourdough pancakes at Smitty's (although I hear Kneader's in Provo is better), taking walks, campus, driving past potato fields and pastures, having the temple so close, sunsets, not the wind and snow but definitely the fresh mornings. People in Jackson, Rexburg, and Idaho Falls. So we may be crossing the line of sentimentality, but just so you know, Idaho, we miss you.