A few weeks ago, my dad was out of town fishing in Alaska and my mom took the opportunity to throw a week-long party.
I saw my mom six times that week. One time was to meet up for snow cones at our favorite spot. Three times were at the swimming pool where she carried a bag full of candy, snacks and squirt guns. Another time was at the carnival where she purchased enough tickets to keep the grandkids busy for hours.
Favorite uncle:
My mom and sister were more than a little nervous when all the kids went on "The Magic Genie" ride:
And finally, at the end of the week, my parents gave all of us girls an early (very generous) birthday gift: dinner in SLC and Wicked tickets.
I hope my dad keeps up his annual fishing trip. We'll take mom off his hands anytime...