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.
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...