Bakersfield. ~ Westwood Farmers Market & Rocket Fizz

Ever since our first date, James has raved about the amazingness of Bakersfield. Now, I had been to Bakersfield before (driven through it at least) and for the last four years I thought he was completely crazy. He had traveled all over the world, and his favorite place to visit was Bakersfield? Really?
The week before we headed to LA we were told that Uncle Don had passed away and that the funeral would be on the Saturday we were making our trip. Although we wished it was under different circumstances, we were so grateful that we were able to spend some time with family. And James, he was excited to visit Bakersfield!

He loved seeing the city where he spent so many summers and Christmases. We visited his Great Grandma V's house and he showed me the pomegranate tree in the backyard. He was giddy as we saw the oil rigs off of the freeway, and wished that we could stop for some ice cream at Dewars (next time, honey!) He kept saying, "Do you smell that? It smells like Bakersfield!" I didn't smell anything different, but he was convinced that the smell of Bermuda grass was wafting through the air. I believe he was inhaling his childhood and I am so glad that me and the boys could attempt a sniff or two ourselves.

After a few hours in Bakersfield we loaded up our disgustingly full car with boys who were tired from running around Aunt Lorraine's sprawling farmhouse lawn and headed down to our new home. I found myself talking about how wonderful the stop was, how wonderful his {our} family was, and how I am excited to visit them all again. James was beaming--that boy loves Bakersfield!