After the parade we went inside to wait for the fireworks to begin.
He is so your son Richard!

Spencer and the beach ball he caught at the parade.

Spencer made a feed bag out of the plastic a dry cleaning business gave out.

Dason hasn't seen my brother, Brian, in four years. They are shoulder to shoulder because Dason was sick.

Since I don't have any pictures of any of these two together, I am posting both.

Dason and my brother Gary.

This is so Gary! Dason (and I) are lucky to have him in our life! He is such a good, caring, and fun uncle and brother.

They hawd.


No one is safe from Gary's torture. I think I still have repressed memories from the "little brother" torture I received.
Shortly after this, we left to see the fireworks. Dason wasn't feeling well, so we drove to the field with everyone and sat in the car to watch. The display was short and sweet at 10 minutes long. Jen went with me to take Dason back to Spanish Fork. When we got back to Orem, Brian, Steph, Gary, Jen, and I stayed up talking for hours. It was so nice to be together with family. I wish it could happen more often.