We spent a lot of Sunday just recovering from the fun we'd had the day before.
(A four generations picture that took way too many shots to get, and it still looks a little bit frenzied! I'd call it the best of the worst in this situation.)
It was fun sitting together and reviewing Saturday's celebration and of all the people who had come to the party.
On the way home we got off the freeway and drove into downtown to see the Salt Lake Temple all lit up. "Hey dat's my temple," Noah said.