Memorial Day Weekend

What does Memorial Day weekend really mean?  Throughout my life it has meant many different things.  When I was young it was a day to go up to my grandma and grandpa's house in Hyrum and run around with my cousins.  Then I met Paige and it became the weekend that we got in engaged/an annual fishing trip to Yellowstone Park.  Now it is a day to remember those things that I have lost and look forward to the reunion that will heal my broken heart.

Esme and I went to Montana for Memorial Day this year and every year now.  We had a wonderful time with the Stovall Family and Esme fit right in with a fun and rowdy group of little kids.  We started out in Bozeman, when to Yellowstone Park for some camping, fishing, and snow, and then returned to Bozeman to spend some time at Paige's final resting place.  Enjoy...

At the Stovall's

 Camping in Yellowstone National Park

 Esme with her Aunt Karmen

 As you can tell, it snowed on us for most of the trip....not good

 This was the tent we slept in with two of the Stovall Families and yes that is a smoke stack coming out of the tent.

 Grandma Stovall reading to Olive and Esme

"Dad, I think I am being watched...."

On Monday we stopped into the Bozeman Cemetery to pay our respects