This year we celebrated by going to a Bees baseball game with my sister Valerie on the 23rd. The kids loved it (mostly the ballpark hot dogs, sodas and candy), but by the 11th inning they were getting restless and tired. Of course the Birth sporting curse prevailed and the team we went to cheer on lost, as is usual when we attend sporting events. But it was fun none-the-less.
On the 24th Ryan had the day off (I love state holidays) to hang out with us. That night we walked over by Liberty Park, which happens to be about 5 blocks away from our house, to watch the fireworks spectacular that they put on each year. We found a great spot on the sloped lawn of a nearby church and settled down for the next hour. Finley was well prepared with his binoculars, popcorn, and candy. I thought the loudness of it all would be a bit much for Berlin, but both of the kids LOVED it!!! And by the time it was over, they were tuckered out and ready for bed.
To the Pioneers that made the long trek to Utah ... thank you for your sacrifice, great faith, and spirit of perseverance.
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I miss you guys already. Our visit (if you can call it that) was not long enough. Why can't our lives work out so that we can all live within walking distance to each other? While not all families could handle this, I think ours could. I'm glad you guys had fun...we've been thinking of you. Reilly asks to go see Berlin every day; it really is quite adorable.
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