2000 July 16 Sunday

We sing Home Can Be a Heaven on Earth in sacrament meeting at Lincoln Square.

I fly to France. I realize my dream. I never miss home. In fact, I find another home.

Then I land in New York City. After a few days, Salt Lake City begins to reenter my memory. Dad and Grandpa Hill visit, and my memory of my birthplace becomes clearer.

After my internship, I go home for a week, home to heaven.

On the other end of this bench sits Kaitlin, our baby. She's 15. Those 15 years fly.

When she's born, I'm 9. Heaven for me is being 9.

I kiss my mom and sisters goodbye and self-consciously hold my camcorder to catch another vehicle of waving women drive away.

It's an emotional afternoon.