I love American history. I find it so rich and full of ingenuity and many times, the hand of God. And I've been wanting to go see Mount Rushmore for the last 15 years, even since we moved to Colorado. Sunday I got my wish.
The weather was cold and windy, with a little rain, but still we went. The tournament kids were tired. Except for Tommy, who is never tired. Some were fighting colds by then. But still, it was beautiful. I loved seeing it. I loved being there. And I loved that my husband and children were all with me.