Almost every summer growing up I took a trip to Yellowstone. Most times I went with my parents, other times with my grandparents, and one very special summer my older sister let me tag along with her on a friend's trip.
I
love Yellowstone. I love how beautiful and peaceful it is. I love looking for animals and eating Wilcoxson ice cream bars on the porch of the Old Faithful Inn. I hope to pass on my love of Yellowstone to our kids. We haven't been able to go every summer that we've been married but we are trying to make it a tradition.
Here is our first family vacation to Yellowstone:

This was our second summer together; just me and Kris. Although, I did find out a day after returning home from this trip that Ryan would be joining us soon!
Our second family trip:

Ryan was about 18 months (Ethan's age now) when we went next. I'm about 4 months pregnant with Ethan in this picture. I have vivid memories of this trip. Maybe it was because it was the first trip we took with Ryan. I remember pushing him in his stroller down the boardwalks at Mammoth. I remember the next morning he ate a banana while playing on the porch of our cabin and he always fell asleep holding the quilt I made for him every time we got in the car. He was so much fun at this age, why do they have to grow up?!
And this is us now:

I've decided that we are going to have a family picture taken on this rocker every time we go to document how our family changes. (And just to avoid anyone asking, no, I'm not pregnant this go around!)
There are a lot of things I'm going to remember about this trip as well, like Ryan calling out "Hot Water!" every time we drove by a hot pot, and that he wanted to go find some more "Stean" which is really "Steam" from the geysers. I will remember how Ethan's favorite vantage point was on top of Kris' shoulders. My favorite thing was watching all the kids (we met my family there) in diapers playing in Yellowstone Lake.






I can't wait to go back!