Utah Wedding and Family Reunion

15 hour car drive to central Utah, 3 days with the Adams family as we celebrated the wedding of two love-birds, a 7 hour reunion with the Whipple family, and then a 15 hour trip back to Kansas.

Phew, I am tired!

Family is worth everything though, and these pictures capture some great memories.

Wednesday morning session at the Manti temple with the family.

It's official! Joseph and Bailee together forever.
June 11, 2015
Manti, Utah LDS Temple

Hopefully someday we will be close enough to hang out.

My cute little nephew said that "his favorite cousin is Aunt Jenessa."
My heart just melted.

He needs one of these

A Mini Whipple Family Reunion:

My mom, dad, and brother drove out from Arizona JUST so that we could all be together as a family for one day! I love them all.

Ice cream stop at the BYU Creamery. It was my first time. I guess that's proof that I didn't go to BYU!

Awe, Sisters!!

Family minus my big brother

Car Trip Home:

Windmills are GINORMOUS!! Here we took our obligatory picture next to the blade at a truck stop.

My dear friend drove up 1.5 hours from Colorado Springs to Denver to see me during our lunch break!! She was my best friend in Alaska and it's been 10 months since we last saw each other. Proof that we are great friends: we both wore purple shirts.

I really am happy that we went to Utah to see family and witness the marriage of our brother and new sister. We all stayed in a giant 5,500 sq ft home that my in-laws rented out, which was a blessing because we were able to have 30 people (including 15 grand kids under the age of 9) under one roof without stepping on top of anyone. Plus, I never had to wait for a shower to open up. It was all a pretty sweet deal. My favorite time was seeing my sisters again and savoring the cool mountain air of central Utah. I am so happy to be home in my own space and not driving across country, but I cherish the memories that were made.

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