Meeting My Family

My Nicholas flew to Utah to spend a week with my family during the Christmas holiday. We had a BLAST.

So much fun, in fact, that I failed to catch a single moment on my camera. Wuh, wuh...

These photos are from just before the holiday, in the car (of course, somehow the only time I remember to take pictures when we're together is when we're driving somewhere).

Nick flew in on the Sunday after Christmas Day. We went to Nana's house for a delicious dinner and apple pie for dessert. Then we wandered around Temple Square and looked at the lights before driving up the mountain to my dad's house in Kamas. 

We went out to eat at some of my favorite spots that week. Dad also made homemade breakfast and/or dinner several times. It was a food fest, for sure. 

We also played cards, went on a snowshoeing hike, visited the Salt Lake Temple, watched Les Miserables at the theater, and hopped around town meeting my friends and family for good conversations--everyone wanted to see the handsome guy I had been writing home about. 

He was such a gentleman and charmed both Nana and my mother the instant they met him. Nana grabbed his arm and exclaimed--really, she let out a whoop--"Oh! He's soooo handsome! You are so adorable!" I think I had to pry her fingers off of him. My mom just kept gushing during her long stories, interrupting whatever narrative she was telling with things like, "Oh, you two are so cute. I'm just so happy for you." Plenty of embarrassing references to marriage and "Let me know when you get engaged," from everyone I introduced him to. Alas, that is part of the fun of having the guy you're dating come home for Christmas, right? His visit was the best gift; I loved showing him around my hometown and playing with him in the snow. 

Here's to the New Year!