Every time someone askes me what my summer plans are I have chuckled inside. How do I explain that I will live in three different places in one year and drive across the country twice, and my house is in a complete different location. The conversation is always long winded. Unless I am conversing with another military family who understands the ebb and flow of our lives better. I almost decided to tell people I was a gypsy.

But now summer has begun and one long cross county drive is completed. Melody is having a grand time riding horses with her aunt in Texas, we are quickly remembering the muggy heat of Alabama, and getting settled into our hotel room that we will call home for the next five weeks.

Last night we found a baby woodpecker stuck in the laundry room of our apartment style hotel. Barry tried to shoo it out but he ended up having to gently scope it up and then quickly deposited it in a nearby bush. We left for dinner and then came back. The baby bird was back up against the building beating itself against the brick. It wasn’t too far away from being old enough to fly. There is a local rescue center for animals near by in the local town. So we put the bird in a box in a dark corner of the room  and planned to take it there in the morning. Come morning we heard it chirping and left for breakfast because the rescue center didn’t open until 8:00am. We came back after eating and went to load up and I checking inside the box and the poor bird had died! Ugh, I went from an animal hero to a bird murderer. My poor kids all cried and I hugged them all. We went to the woods to find a proper place to bury the sweet bird. My kids laid flowers on its grave and I said a pray. We talked about the cycle of life and how we all play a part.

We went to the library later and spend a good chunk of time reading. Later we painted small ceramic figures at the arts and crafts center. Nolan painting! Nolan has always opted out of arts and crafts with preference for books instead in the past. The afternoon made up for the sad morning event.


About Trisha Perkins

Hi, my name is Trisha Perkins. I was born in St. George Ut, and raised in many different places. California, Texas, Panama, North Carolina, and Utah have all been home for me. My family moved back to St. George Ut after my father left the army. I was home schooled most of my school years, then enrolled for long distance schooling from an accredited high school. I taught gymnastics and swimming for 3 years. Then I realized I wanted to learn more about children, because I didn't know enough about them and I wanted to be prepared for motherhood. I taught montessori preschool for one year, then I went to a summer camp in New Mexico to teach horse back riding. Now I have to back up a little. A couple of my friends had gone to this same summer camp to teach the year before and one of their friends from camp tagged along with them back to St. George. Here enters the Pioneer. My life would never be the same. I tapped into a soul that I didn't know the voltage of. I met Barry Perkins. He proposed to me while scuba diving off of the Californa coast. We were married in the St. George temple on October 16th 2004. We have always wanted to give our children the best education. Leadership education! We wanted to travel and let them experience different cultures and countries and read great books and be a united family. So here we are starting off on a journey of a lifetime.

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