Instead of Dave coming to meet us up at Bear Lake for the last few days of summer like he traditionally does, we packed up and went to meet him in Park City for some family time.
We hadn't seen him in a couple weeks and we sure missed him (plus he was really glad not to have to tack on the extra six hours the drive to and from Bear Lake would have added to the drive home).
We stayed at my parent's house in the canyon and I'll let the pictures tell the story:
Don't they just look like happy hikers? If I could reach into that picture and squeeze those cheeks of Lucy's I would.
Claire was trying her darnedest to earn the prize for the "hiker with the best attitude."
But Lu was a very close second.(we split up for movies...half to Harry Potter and the other half to Zookeeper)
Just imagine that I remembered to take pictures of our late-night card games (Dave is rubbing off on the kids with his "trash-talk") and our delectable cookies we whipped up together.
Oh man, I love my family. And there's nothing like having a little family time carved out to strengthen bonds and help us know each other like the best friends we hope to be. Often times life gets so mixed up and crazy as we run from one thing to the next that we forget how therapeutic it is just to "be." (And often-times that "family time" can't be at a place like this...that's why I love Family Home Evening so much.)
Sure, Max would give his right arm for a brother amidst all those girls and of course there are some squabbles here and there. But I feel like the more time we spend as "us," whining and laughing and even a little arguing combined, the more we fall in love.
Sun setting on a summer well-spent in Utah.