I loved my trip, except it was too short. I loved having my Caca all to myself. Here she is early in the morning right before I insisted she awake because I was awake. We both determined our beds had too many pillows, but for some reason we felt we needed to use them all.
Malia and Caca allowed me to tag along for a night of "Lady" or "moms" as Malia calls her, dinner at Brick Oven and much giggling until midnight. I think Lady licked my entire body before the night was over.
Caca insisted on me taking these hotel lobby shots of her.
There is nothing better than a Mormon fam reunion. Best Food Ever. I made a pig of myself. My mother thought we were in the Alaskan wilderness, hence her pile of blankets.
A miracle occurred. Caca and I both hit a baseball with a bat and ran to a base. Here is Sween with said bat.
Mom waiting for her turn at bat.
All my nieces and nephews. Grandpa was looking down from heaven and smiling. Only one missing is Griffin, who is draining cysts in a German clinic.
This my friends is an exquisite cat, her name is Cosette and she requires no loud or sudden movements. Caca gently knelt by the side of the bed for this photo as I reverently took her picture.
My handsome nephews.
Sween contemplating the Plan of Salvation.
Good bye Utah.