Why have I lived in SLC roughly 18 years and never visited the State Capitol building? What does that say about me...don't answer that, I don't think I want to know! The day after Thanksgiving we needed an outing. Typically we spend the whole day decorating the house for Christmas, but since I jumped the gun on decorating this year, we had nothing.
Our typical go-to family outing is almost always a hike. The mountains were a little to snowy and adventuresome for a three year old and baby so we opted for a more mild hike up Ensign Peak. It's only about 3/4 of a mile up and over looks Salt Lake City.
It was a HAZY winter day, but the walk got us breathing hard which was the objective. On the way down the hill the kids took notice of the Capitol building and had lots of questions. We'd driven through the area several times over the years, but this time was different...we had nowhere to be and nothing we had to do..... so we just stopped.
The kids chased each other around on the large grassy field for awhile before we made our way to the stairs. After several "heats" racing to the top of the stairs we entered the building. I could tell by grabbing the handle of the big beautiful heavy door that it was going to be magnificent inside, and it was.
Oh how I wish I had something more than an i-phone to take pictures with. The ceiling, staircases, statues, paintings, quotes on the walls and marble floors left me almost speechless. My mind raced, why had I never been here before? We walked around reading plaques and just soaking it all in.
I know these pictures are lousy, but it's more the amazement I felt inside that I want to remember. I'm a Utah transplant. I've always thought of myself as a North-westerner who had to live in Utah. However something clicked in an instant as I stood in the Capitol that afternoon. I felt like a Utahan. I felt proud of the Capitol building, and grateful to be there with my family. I loved seeing the history and heritage represented in the art all around us and reading about how the state was established and it's motto. All of a sudden it hit me that this is "our" home state. My children will always be from Utah just like I've always been from Washington, and I want them to love their home as much as I loved mine. I'm telling you what, I had a moment.
We played outside a while longer and then spent some time wondering the streets of Downtown Salt Lake.
Oh how I wish I'd allow myself to "Just Stop" more often. In fact I've made it a New Years Resolution for 2014!