Trip to the 'Burg

My parents have been home from their mission for about ten months.  We've seen them a lot, and it feels so great to have them home.  Adam informed me recently, however, that we hadn't been for a "real visit" to Rexburg since they returned.  We did rush over there to hear them speak in church, but we didn't stay long.  I spent almost a week over there with just my mom and dad, but Adam was right.  We hadn't invaded in FAR too long.  So we hopped in the van and headed east.

I was born of goodly parents, and it was so nice to spend time in their clean, comfortable, inviting home.  Mom and Dad always make us feel so very welcome that the trip is always worth it.  It's fun to go in the summer especially when the weather is nice and when the garden produce is on.  Mom and Dad grow the best raspberries!!

I failed to take very many pictures, but I did snap a few:

Dinner always tastes better when someone else makes it, and Dad
grilled some pretty awesome burgers.  Mom put everything else together.

Pretty sure I'm never going to outgrow needing my mommy. . .

We got Dad to go golfing with us on Friday morning, and while no
one played super well, we sure had fun.  A bad day on the golf
course beats a good day at work. . . every time.

Mike, Adam, and I ventured back the next day and due to a tournament that was being held on the other 18 holes, we tried out the "links style" middle nine at Teton Lakes.  I discovered that I'm probably not a good enough golfer for links golf.  I lost about a million balls, and the round took forever.  We played it through twice, once as individuals and then best ball the next time.  We managed a two over par for best ball.

Adam's a fun golf partner, and we used a lot of his
shots on best ball.  He's a good putter and chipper.
He's working on eliminating his slice.

We tried to follow the message on this rock, but when you start a round
of golf kind of poorly, it's sometimes hard to right the ship.

I managed to hit it quite close on a par 3, and then. . .
we all missed the putt.  We are definitely amateurs.

Mike never misses putts of this length when he is playing solo.  What?!

A big shout out to my parents for helping us to have a fun weekend.  We enjoyed the Olympics together (particularly watching the men's 10,000 while eating frozen custard--hooray for Galen Rupp!!), talking, sleeping in and taking naps (even Mike!), and eating great meals.  It was a relaxing weekend.

Another shout out to my parents for being such great examples.  I reflected last weekend that their going on a mission is undoubtedly having a profound effect on their three grandchildren who are presently out in the field.  Can you have more influence on a grandchild than by doing what's right and serving others?  I think not.

Can't remember the story behind Dad's accessory, but
he hasn't worn it since he got home.

We loved going to Rexburg, and it will be even more amazing to visit when Mike's parents return in about THREE months!!!  What's better than two grandparents?  Four, of course!