Road Trip

Clearly we are not as young as we used to be.

Get this.  We got up at 3:30 a.m. Saturday morning, drove

down to Salt Lake for Mark and Nicole Moomey's wedding,

hit their reception that night and then drove home.

We are paying for it today.

But, I must say, it was totally worth it.

Mark is like a big brother to the girls-- part of the family-- and he

also worked for Byron for many years.  We love this guy (and his bride).

We started (after driving) our morning with a family brunch.

Kean ate us all under the table.

He sure has his appetite back and has "made friends" with food again.

 Here is Mark and Nicole as they walked out of the temple--

shortly after being married.

It was a lovely, lovely ceremony.

 What made it even better (for me) is I ran into this guy-

he's a few years younger but grew up with me in Vegas.

Nathan Henderson's wife is the sister of the Bride's mother.

Small world, eh?

 We had a grand time at the reception that evening.

Kean was pretty good (thankfully he got a 2 hour nap)

and was totally into the dancing part of the reception.

 It was so worth driving with the kids in the car back and forth.

They were wonderful and we all loved being there for these two 

we hold so dear.

 Every one is in bed as I write this-- and I'll be there in a few

but we did have enough energy to play a rousing game

of newspaper "snow ball" fights.  Reese made snow balls

out of newspaper, set up boxes and divided us into teams:
Grandma and Byron vs. Lonni and Reese.

 We had to see who could get the most snowballs into the

other team's box.

I'll save you from having to tune in to ESPN-- ha, ha.

Reese and I smoked the others-- 10 to 4.

Whoo hooo!