mischief in the night

I remember moving my family West. 

I remember the sound of the train tracks crossing under the tires. 

I remember my not yet three-year-old running in the big back field as if she always belonged to this old cinder block house resting on the valley floor. 

I remember the question & doubts of others. 

 Is it safe?

Will the east side kids adjust to life on the west side of SLC?

Will the kids be able to make friends?

Will we thrive here?

Will this place become our home?

Will we trust the night sky from the edge of the river?

We are here. 

And here we are.