Giff needed me to go to New Mexico to HAVE A GREAT TIME BONDING. I wish I knew how long he was going to live there because then I would know if it was worth it to learn how to spell Al-bu-ker-key correctly. But I can't afford to waste any space in my brain so I usually just write New Mexico. Millie started planning the trip and asked me if I could come with her and Denny to help Giff move and stuff. I was like, "sure" but secretly thought it would never happen because there were too many things to work out. Of course the biggest thing was seeing if Diana could watch Kendall and Maci because even though I do have a friend, maybe two that would probably do it for me I would have never felt comfy leaving them with anyone but Diana (for a whole day) and she agreed right off the bat and I couldn't believe it was happening. I kept waiting for it to get cancelled. Even my dad was coming and I knew it would be the experience of a lifetime:)
Millie warned me from the get go that Denny wanted to take a small detour to Montrose, CO where he was born. We were like no way will that happen. Sure a two hour detour seems small but once were on the road for a ten hour drive he'll change his mind.
Even my dad, the king of road trips, was hesitant when Denny brought up the idea. And yet. As Denny persisted with the idea my dad got more and more excited about it. Well, I don't need to waste anytime typing about how very flexible I am, so I was "totally fine either way. EITHER WAY. Like, even if we decide to drive straight to New Mexico and only have seven hours left of our trip instead of nine I will not complain."
But as soon as we stopped I was glad we made the detour. It was so fun and exciting to drive around the streets where my parents had spent so much time and where I had heard so many stories. We drove straight to the hospital (if only all our stops had a big blue H pointing us in the right direction.) Everywhere we stopped my dad said, "hmm, I think it's been remodeled/repainted/changed a little bit". But this was the place where Denny came into this beautiful world and I loved picturing my mom excitedly entering the hospital FINALLY getting to meet her baby boy who had alluded her for so long.
I asked, "Dad, how much money were you making?" He responded, "About a hundred dollars a week." I said, "Um. Was that...like...good money for back then." Because by my calculations it was not. "No." He quickly and firmly responded. "We were very poor." But he loved the job and it led to bigger and better things and how amazing that he and my mom were brave enough to set off on this road that led to so many wonderful blessings.
He told us a lot about his job and the schools he worked with. He wasn't as successful monetarily at his small town jobs, but he definitely had more fame. Before we moved to Kaysville, I knew my dad was famous because everywhere we went people came up to him. Even perfect strangers who recognized his picture in the paper. When we moved to Kaysville he was famous because he was "Greg Hill" he already had his roots and didn't have to be a big time news editor to prove it.
On the drive to Montrose he asked if we wanted to stop and eat at an "upscale" place called Mary's. He said once he took my mom to Mary's. He wooed her all day and took her to this nice dinner and gave her a gift. She finally said, "do you think it's our anniversary?" At which point he realized it was NOT their anniversary. He said, "uh, no of course not I just wanted to treat you special." And he never confessed his mistake!