I got to go home to see my family for the holiday weekend! At $500 a ticket, we couldn't afford to fly Adam out too, so I went by myself. I missed him while I was gone, but let's be honest- not too much because I was having such a blast! :) My older sister
Jessica (who promises she'll start updating her blog soon) and her husband Scooter are moving to England next month, so I had to spend some time with her before she left. Scooter is starting a 1 year master's program at Oxford followed by an MD/PhD at University of Kansas next summer. I'm so excited for them slash incredibly jealous of all the European traveling they're going to get to do while they're over there.
Some of the weekend's highlights:

Friday we got manis and pedis.


Saturday we went boating at Sand Hollow.

Later that night we went to my little sister Lauren's play
Les Miserables at Tuachan. It was fabulous! She did a wonderful job as a "lovely lady", if you know what I mean,
wink, wink.

Sunday we took pictures after church because we were all dressed up and sexy.

The whole fam.

I curled my mom's hair. Doesn't it look cute?

Surprise faces. We love doing these. You move your face as fast as you can in a ridiculous manner and see how they turn out. They're always hilarious.
I love being home and spending time with my family. The longer I'm away from them, the more I cherish the time that I do get with them. It feels like the times we are all together are getting fewer and farther between. My parents and sisters mean the world to me. It makes me sad to think that we're going to live farther and farther away from each other as we all get older. I'm in D.C., Jessica is going to be in England, Rachelle in Provo at BYU, and Lauren in Cedar City at SUU. I doubt we'll ever all live in the same city, or even state, again.
I realized a few weeks ago that it's been over 5 years since I've lived at home. I can hardly believe that much time has gone by since I loaded up the car and went off to college at 17. I love where I am in life, but sometimes I miss the days when we all lived at home together. Despite all of the fights over clothes borrowed without permission, the countless nights my dad dragged me out of bed at midnight because I hadn't finished the dishes or walked the dog like he had asked, and all of the drama that resulted from living in a house of 5 over-reacting women, I miss it. I miss my family. I love them so much and am so grateful I got to spend a little time with them before we part ways once again.