Like I mentioned a long time ago, my paternal grandparents are celebrating their 50th anniversary this year (the real date is sometime this month, I think) and so they got a couple of townhouses up in a resort area in northern Utah and all but one of their twenty-nine descendants made it out there to spend the weekend together. It was a little touch and go as to whether or not I would be able to go, but in the end, I did make it and it was a good time for all.
Some, but not anywhere close to, all of the cousins.
I'm not really much of a Utah person for a variety of reasons, but even I had to admit that the area we were staying is gorgeous.
We happened to be there the same night as a big hot air balloon festival just down the mountain, so we stopped by for a little bit and watched the balloons. Everyone decided to leave at the same time, so there was a lot of traffic and we were stuck in the car waiting to leave the parking field for a while, but there was one of those moments of absolute perfection where I was sitting with people I love more than anything, singing loudly to Journey, laughing and couldn't have wanted anything else right at that moment. Those are the best.
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