I must not get used to mild March days. Many March days are like it is today, snow, rain and gray. Sun and mid sixties is not usual, but when it happens to fall on the weekend it almost feels like I've hit the jackpot.
This weekend we stayed busy. Two activities a day because the beautiful weather just beckoned us out. And often when it's this nice I don't want to lug around my big camera, so excuse the iPhone photos.
On Saturday for the first time since that fateful day in November we went to Sugarhouse Park and visited the bridge Juliet fell off of. I was worried that she would cry and be upset, but she was fine. It was me that was having a mild panic attack on the way to the park. However seeing the bridge again was good for all of us. I could finally show E where she was, where I was, where she fell, etc. He walked down to the riverbank and tried to estimate how far she fell. We estimated maybe seven feet? Over his head for sure. Pretty amazing she didn't get hurt, as she fell on rocks. Seeing this photo I still can't believe she fell threw the bars on the bridge. But she was ok. She was fine. I repeat that in my head sometimes when the anxiety takes over.