The Triumphant Return

Once again, in the middle of some very busy times for Kenny, I fled and spent a few days in Idaho with almost all of my relatives. Literally. Including, after two+ years, Dallin dearest.

Dallin was unaware of my coming, despite the efforts of one of my youngest cousins to curry favor with his long-lost eldest boy cousin by spoiling the surprise. ("Mom, what's that girl's name again who's coming tomorrow and Dallin doesn't know?") When I got in at around midnight, we woke him up to say hello, but weren't sure he had really recognised who I was, having received only some vague confusion and giggling from the jetlagged Dallin. So the next morning I was able to enjoy another reunion, filled with the appropriate astonishment and jaw-dropping I had expected.

As most of my mom's family was there, and as it was my birthday, we decided to fill the day with activities and excitement. And in true Whitt fashion, we were able to do nearly everything we had planned at least two hours after we had planned it, including a birthday dinner at Tucanos at 9:00pm.

The next day being Sunday, we all piled into my mom's church, occupying almost all of the middle row pews, and listened to a fabulous talk from former Elder Shaner. Afterwards we enjoyed an enormous gathering of people and food as a sort of mini-reunion/farewell Shaners/good to see you again Elder extravaganza (since official homecoming parties are no longer legal).

Those in attendance:

the Erick Shaner family...

the Kelsey's (and Dallin, of course)...

various cousins (including cutie pie Sariah in the orange)...

Grandma and Grandpa Whitt...

a small sampling of the Langford clan...

including Jeanette, Jeremy, and their daughter Aleka...

Wendy (not pictured) and Brady...

and the Nyes (who remained suspiciously out of any pictures but are represented here by Ashlee and Bubba).

All who were unable to attend, you were sorely missed.