Baby Dan's Wedding

This week, we traveled up to Utah for the wedding of my youngest brother Daniel. Having not flown for a year, Braden and Emmry were beside themselves with excitement. They had a wonderful time hiking, playing with cousins, dancing at the reception, and gourging on candy in the groom's room. By the end of the reception there was an all out party, with pajamaed kids line dancing with the adults. Ryan and I felt that we must truly be on the brink of middle age when the Electric Slide was not on the program.

The wedding itself was wonderful. Ryan and I felt extremely blessed to be together in the temple with all my siblings, their spouses and my parents. Though we cannot fully comprehend the blessings the Lord promises us when we are sealed in the temple, Thursday felt like a little glimpse of heaven.

So what could possibly spoil a trip back home for a wedding? Not the flight with both babies crying, "Mama," the squabling kids, or toothpaste smeared into Grammy's new rug. No, at this point we take all that in stride. Perhaps it was finding the freezer had been left open upon our return home.