A Wrinkle in Time....or maybe just jetlag

WELCOME TO THE WORLD CANNON!!!!!

Ah the newest addition to the family! My Nephew is the sweetest little guy imaginable and I am so glad I got to go see him for my Spring Break!
But okay enough gushing...on to the stories of my adventures back east.

As I have often told numerous people in my circle of friends as well as most of my family members, I believe that I was born in the wrong century. That is not to say that I don't understand that I am meant to be in the here and now for a purpose unbeknown to me, but merely that my personality and my strange and ever dreaming mind would have enjoyed life better in say the 18th or 19th century. I'd even say I would have fared better in at least the 40's and 50's for at least they had the music, style, and dancing, that is more to my taste....but nevertheless here I am so I guess we can over look the foolish desires of my head lost in the clouds. The reason for my mention of such notions here is to help the few people that actually read this to better understand why I now feel an immense connection and love for the eastern part of this lovely country of which we are citizens. It's all in the history.
So I went back East to visit my new born nephew, Cannon, who is beyond adorable and possibly one of the sweetest little babies I have ever had the pleasure of encountering. See him and spending time with my sister, brother-in-law, and other little nephew was alone worth the trip; however, I do believe that my visits to Boston and Palmyra have forever changed the way I view the east.
Boston. What can I say other than how beautiful a place it is? For it is indeed beautiful and unique. Add to that that the place is absolutely full to the cap with history and artful architecture and it may just come out to be one of my new favorite place on earth.

My experience of Boston was unfortunately only able to last for a day but it was definitely a day worth having. We walked the Freedom trail, watched some break dancers do a show, and played in the "central park" called the Commons which not surprisingly was actually established before the central park in New York City. All in all I think that just that one day has made me decide to return to Boston one day and maybe even live near there at some point.

The aforementioned break dancers were really quite amazing and it seems that Clark took a liking to them because he began trying to copy what they were doing. I wasn't able to capture his best moments on camera but this video of him rolling on the ground should give you a little taste.

(I had a better video of them doing their thing but it won't upload so I'll work on that)

The day following my adventures in Boston brought new excitement by the fact that I got to go visit Eva and Adam for the first time! I think the last time I had seen them was quite possibly my cousin Noah's wedding which was several years ago so seeing them again was truly awesome. They have a beautiful old house in one of the cutest colonial towns I have ever seen; and it doesn't hurt that the beach is just a short two minutes away from their cute house. We spent the day just catching up, taking pictures at her house and on the beach, and digging a hole in my foot. The day was wonderful with the exception of the latter part but I will explain that in due time.

Nilly and Paul were having Eva take their family pictures because they wanted some new ones what with the new baby addition and all. Part of the photo shoot was then to take place on the beach and it was a good thing that they had decided that because it was one of the most perfect days at the beach a person could imagine. It was March, in Massachusetts and somehow--likely beyond the human brain capacity to understand--it was 70 degrees and gorgeous. I could actually walk in the water without fearing hypothermia! It was such a great day. But as I said it ended on a slightly more negative note due to the fact that as I was returning to the car, the boardwalk had the nerve to suddenly lash out at me by abruptly puncturing my foot with a jab from a rather nasty two inch sliver of wood that had likely been cousin trouble. Okay so not really..... It was more like I was an idiot that put my foot sideways on one of the planks and got giant piece of wood shoved mercilessly into my unsuspecting foot. Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, my cousin Eva was good enough to spend about and hour with me trying to dig the remainder of the nasty thing out of my foot after my my brother-in-law Paul had been good enough to pull the biggest part out. It hurt and I had a gaping hole in my foot for a couple of days but it has since then been recovering nicely. I am just thankful Eva was so willing to help, and that she had an amazing pair of "tick tweezers."

The day after our beach adventures was by luck and providence a Sunday. A day to relax a bit. We went to Church with Mike and Elisha (my cousins with which we were staying during our time in Boston) and made a wonderful day of it by having a family dinner. Their house is beautiful and open so it seemed no problem to fit their whole little family, plus Nilly, Paul, and me, plus the lovely little family of Saydi and Jeff. It was so good to see so many of the cousins I have missed for so long; and of course sharing a delicious dinner provided by Elisha was like the cherry on top of an already great Sunday.

On that same wonderful Sunday I had the opportunity to see a couple of places that I have longed to see basically since I learned of their existence. Namely, the famous Walden Pond and the Wellesley College Campus. Both were by no means disappointing. While I like to think that Walden Pond is really more of a small lake, I have to give props to all those people who found such a place inspiring. It truly is beautiful.

We got to see a replica building of Thoreau's cabin there and I even got to hang out with Thoreau himself! No not actually of course, it was just a statue of him, but nevertheless I feel that if we had ever met....we would have got along famously well.

Wellesley was pretty much what I expected: A beautiful campus, beautiful old buildings, an awesome lake, and of course the place was packed with the famous (at least to Rick) lamp posts. It is indeed a beautiful campus and it would have been way cool to go there, but then again I think where I am is much better suited to my needs and personality so I don't regret not being able to go there.

Once we returned to New York, Nilly and the kids and I took a little journey to Palmyra to see the Temple and the Sacred Grove.

The temple was so majestic and peaceful looking almost all the surrounding trees. It truly is a beautiful structure and I was beyond excited to finally see the clear window and the view of the sacred grow from said window. If you don't know the story behind the clear window and it's view (with the visibly missing patch of trees) then don't hesitate to ask. It is a powerful and somewhat humorous story worth being told.

We had the opportunity to walk around the Smith farm and go into the houses on the property. Entering through the doors into the replica log cabin of where Joseph Smith spent his youth was exhilarating and peaceful. It was like stepping into the past. Again it made me feel as though I belong in a time where life required such simple and humble lifestyles; but it also made me immensely grateful for the fact that I rarely had to share a room growing up.

Lastly we walked through the Sacred Grove itself. The feeling there is one I cannot even begin to describe. Peace, Spirit, Love, Awesomeness; all words which can't even begin to cover it. Even though I walked through the trees on a dreary, rainy day, it was still one of the most beautiful places I have ever encountered.
Nilly stumbled over a little patch of spring poping up through the nearly frozen ground and mentioned how cool she thought it was that green is starting to show so near Easter. It was beautiful and small, yet somehow it seemed majestic. Yes I do have to say that I love the place and hope to be able to return in the somewhat near future.

Even if the day was cold, I think we all enjoyed it. Especially Clark. He was happy as long as we were out of the car. That kid really is so adorable and fun to play with. It's a pity he has to live on the other side of the country. I miss him already.

The trip was overall a sucess and a spring break well spent I think. Now I have returned to my home in Seattle and am busy enjoying a few days alone (thankfully my roomates aren't back yet) before next quarter and a whole new world of stresses begins. Maybe I am crazy but I think it will be nice to be back in classes and working. I guess stress keeps me sane to some extent, but...such is life.