The excitement was palpable.
I’m pretty sure that baby Moses felt about the same way they did:
…took him on walks through the wonder of the gorgeous Fall that was enveloping Park City, descending with it’s decadent colors:
They soaked in the nature there like no one else could under the tutelage of their nature-loving Dad/Grandfather:
And that older sibling felt ever-grateful for that uniquely wonderful Dad of hers.
…even as her heart sunk that she couldn’t bring her other children who were tied up on islands out in the middle of the ocean and cheerleading/school commitments. Oh and her last child who is so worried about any newborn usurping her position as “baby” of her own family that she never gets too excited to meet any new ones.
Grandfather/granddaughter horseback riding followed…
…as well as cousins and aunts (another aunt and cousin joined in) and a grandmother accompanying that dear baby on some strolls down Park City main street:
…complete with candied apples.
(because nothing says “happy-two-month-birthday” like candied apples, right?)
An extended family baby shower was in store:
Breakfast with high school friends was had:
Last sister hugs were given:
(baby Moses already met the other sister back East on a stop they made back there)
…and baby hugs:
…and sad good-byes.
A quick stop at the temple with these cousins who couldn’t quite get enough of each other:
…and then on back home.
Who knew he could do that??
And supporting that cheering star: