Stay Classy, San Diego

Dear Sunny, Beautiful City of San Diego:

Thanks for giving Russ and me some of the best times in our lives together here -- law school, babies, beaches, the sun ... You name it, we have had a blast these last nine years with you. It is with bitter sweet emotion that I am writing this letter to inform you that we must part ways and move on with our lives, it is us not you. Russ and I have been offered an opportunity too wonderful to pass up, so we will be packing up our belongings at the end of the year to head north to Utah's saltiest city. We recognize all that we are giving up here, but also realize all we are gaining by moving there: grandparents, affordable homes, four seasons, Utes football, the mountains, only one major freeway, good eats (e.g., Training Table & Hires), and city streets you don't have to mapquest to get around in -- just to name a few.

We will miss your sunshine 350 days a year, your beautiful beaches, the Chargers, flip-flops year round, Uncle Phil & his famous BBQ, your diversity (both in terms of people and culture), the ability to go to the snow and sunny beaches all in one day, your "Disneyland" temple, and last but certainly not least, the amazing friends who somehow became family as we have lived away from ours. In our eyes, you certainly live up to your nickname, "America's Finest City."

Thanks for being a kind city and giving us so many great years and memories to remember. We started our lives together with you, and you've left a permanent imprint on our hearts.

With much love and gratitude,
The Hymii's

OCTOBER

October was a fun, busy month. Papa came to meet Noah for the first time and brought Uncle Tanner, who made cheesecakes with Grace (baking is her favorite!) and helped her carve a pumpkin that only lasted four days. Who knew pumpkins only lasted that long? Uncle Tanner is the best for entertaining Grace and taking all her tall orders with a grain of salt.

We journeyed up north to the best pumpkin patch we have ever seen -- Bates Nut Farm. Grace rode a pony named "Star" which she thought was pretty cool since her bestest bud's middle name is Starr.

Trick-or-treating was a blast, as always. We went with our usual fun party ~ the Binghams and Uncle Stevers' clan. Trick-or-treating almost didn't happen; Miss Grace got a tummy ache hours before and was throwing up as if she were auditioning for the lead role in The Exorcist -- ugh. Finally, at the last minute she got this burst of energy and was ready to party like a mermaid should. Daddy was "Dog the Bounty Hunter." Sorry, no pics of Daddy. I am waiting for some to come my way.

Noah, better known as "No-No Beans" around our house, is growing like a weed but a cute weed. He is a good baby who sleeps a lot so far and grunts like no baby we have ever heard.

All in all, life is grand around here!