A visit from Papa (Grandpa Roger)

When we moved to Florida it was my dad that drove us to the airport....and we haven't seen him since. Even when we went to Utah last June we didn't get to see him because he was working in Alaska. So you can imagine our joy when we received a call from him saying he was on his way to see us. The kids were so excited they could hardly wait. He was only able to stay two days. But we all had a good time.