I love little.

I love little fingers wrapped around mine.

Little arms reaching up for me.

His little kisses when I have a "boo-boo".

Little giggles.

Little toes to play "this little piggy".

His little mind learning.

Little hugs that feel so big.

Little words.

Little body snuggled up in my lap.

His sweet little spirit.

I love that the little things make big memories.

Most of all I love that he is still little and still needs me.

More.

More vacation. More pictures. More memories.

Olympic Park.

Fun.

Unbelievable mountains.

Snow in summer?

Park city.
Nice quaint little town.

Uh, excuse me little boy, that is a Bear.

This was the store that the infamous Mike Adams told off a rude lady on the street.

(Highlight of my trip! haha!.......She was extremely rude)

YUM!

More yum!

Our most favorite Missionaries ever.

We were very blessed to see grandparents on both sides of the family also!

Connor's Great Great Grandma (Daddy's side), and Connor's Great Grandfather(Mommy's side)!

Great trip!

Ahh....Vacation.

We just got back this week, from a vacation of many firsts.

We had a lot of fun, and I didn't want to come home.

Connor's first time on an airplane.

These things were the coolest invention ever, especially when you are trying to entertain two small children in an airport when you have a two hour layover. Uh-hm.

It was a bunch of tiny umbrellas that came together to form a big umbrella. When a person would walk in front of it, the little umbrellas would all scatter, then re-group again.

Genius.

Our first time in Utah.

Our first time at the Salt Lake Temple.

Absolutely. Beautiful.

Yes, he managed to get in this fountain a couple of times.

More to come......