Little did she know...

These guys. Uhg. New album coming soooon! (one of my favorite concerts. see below for a sweaty, cheeser, picture) (PS, Amos was a teeny, tiny babe in my belly. And I forgot my I.D., so I got the X of shame on my hand before we entered the venue. Buuuuut. We also got to stand close enough to get spit on, so ya know. That was a win ;) )  (also, literally no idea who the chick in the floral shirt is. bonus person) 

We had the opportunity to visit my uncle in Arizona back in March. I haven't been to his place in about a million years. The desert was on the verge of being in full bloom. The Joshua Trees were blooming. The sunsets were incredible. Arizona wowed us, for sure. We were hoping to make it to the Grand Canyon, but we didn't have enough time to do it credit, so we got the insider Meadview tour. I'm not mad about. 

Incase you were wondering, I still am not a huge fan of that ol' change business. I don't care if it's a life-direction change or a friend-moving change or a person-I-love-died change. It's not my favorite thing.  " With any change comes loss and all loss needs to be grieved ."  Grief is such a weird and hard and (sometimes) beautiful place to be in. While you are the one walking through your grief, it can be dark and hopeless and such a rollercoaster of emotions. If you are the one walking with someone else in their grief, it can be weird and awkward and uncomfortable.  I was listening to a podcast about walking with students during grief. It really pinpointed my inclination to put clarifiers or permissions on other people's ability to grieve in whatever situations. I want to look at other people grieving what I deem a trivial loss and scoff. "You don't know what real loss is."  I think we see this exacerbated in social media. There