Saturday, August 31, 2013


2013 cannon 467 Growing up (after we moved to Minnesota) I saw my grandparents once a year, except for a few years where I saw them one or two extra times. But I loved them, even if I was mildly afraid of Grandma Camie. My kids have somehow managed to see their grandparent more often because of the many trips both sets make to Utah. We made our annual trip to Minnesota, had a wonderful time there, and when it came time to leave--the boys, especially Simeon, were obviously sad that we were leaving. The consolation from grandma was that they would come to Utah to help send Courtlin off on her mission. The whole drive home Simeon would ask what day it was, and how many days until Grandma and Grandpa would be at our house.

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