This was a wonderful Memorial Day for our family. We arrived a few minutes early to Wasatch Lawns where we meet up with my family and a few from the Clark family. Standing at the grave of my mom and daughter is always so tender, and sweet, and sad. Tears are shed for those who we don't have here on earth anymore. Gratitude is felt for the family we do get to hold. Faith in what we hope we will experience after this life.
This moment with all my Foxy Ladies-- Tessa and my mom (an honorary Foxy Lady)
Tessa was born in between Elinor and Faith.
We planned for Clark to make his weekly phone call home while at the cemetery so he could be with us. For as boring as you might think cemetery visits for half a day would be, our children seem to appreciate the tradition and even look forward to it.
He was on the phone during this picture yelling, "Queso!"
Greta on a video chat saying "hi" to Clark and singing him a song.
Grandpa showing the kids how this is done.
Aunt Diane sharing a story at my Clark grandparent graves.
My dad and Abe are both growing some scruff. Dad is doing it for a role in which he will be portraying William Tyndale and Abe is growing it... uh... because he can, I guess. I was not consulted:)
The Jolley Foxes.
Grandpa and a most of the Cannon grand kids.
Family history stories-- as the girls pointed out, "They are the same stories every year... but we like them." So they love to hate them? Or do they hate to love them? Either way, they are good sports.
We all went out to eat together after the first two cemetery visits. This was the cousin selfie... which was made even better when...
... Brother Berrett photo bombed! He is am awesome gentlemen who lives in our neighborhood and we love him and he has the best sense of humor! He and his family happened to be at the same restaurant at the same time.
You know you are at a classy joint when you can get all the cotton candy you can eat!-- along with all you can (but shouldn't) eat of everything else as well.
Faith was brave and tried sushi for the first time. She must be Abe's child.
After lunch the diehards went up to Memory Grove to visit the markers for the Utah soldiers who died in WWII, but whose bodies were never recovered. In this picture the children are spellbound listening to Grandpa tell the story of his Uncle Hugh (his dad's older brother) was killed in a heroic battle off Samar.
I LOVE THIS PICTURE. This is what Memorial Day is all about.
And I love this picture of Dad and Bev.
And I love the people in this picture and I love Memorial Day. The end.
Actually, it's not the end, because there was more Memorial Day fun to come.
One of the best things about having a crew of little boys, is having their little friends come over to play. Boys are pretty great in that they are easy to take care off-- send them outside and let them run and play. Feed them when they want food. No drama-- they say exactly what they are thinking and if you are faster, you win! The end. No, for real. That is the end. If they don't like what they are playing, they go home. No hurt feelings. It's a beautiful, thing.
Jake and Cannon. We did our annual Memorial Day cookout with the Butterfield family that evening. We usually go to a park, but weather was threatening rain, so we did it at our house. Which I preferred because it makes looking after Greta so much easier.
Faith and Kate.
Ryan made friends with Greta by reading her a story. Greta has had some minor potty training setbacks. I believe we shall overcome. But we'd appreciate any positive potty vibes you can send our way:)
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