Since my parents came up for the weekend, they decided to come up to Logan yesterday. We got tickets for The Forgotten Carols. It was so wonderful to go. It was such a great experience to be there and be there for the first time. At the end of it, it made my mom and I cry so much, because we both were thinking of the same person, and knowing that made me cry more, so I ended up soaking her shirt. I would love to go to it every year.

We are currently in Moab for right now. We came down on friday, because there was no way I'd not be able to get Thanksgiving off, so this is our Thanksgiving with my parents. It has been so much fun. My dad and I ran in the Turkey trot yesterday. I decided to stick with him through out the race. And my legs were killing me. I'm glad we were able to finish the race kinda together. I was glad to finish it, even though it was only 3 miles, nothing compared to the 5 mile race that is in March.

I'm sad cause we are going back to Logan today. I hate leaving my parents. It is so hard not bing near them. But it'll be a bit harder when we move up to Idaho, cause then we are a lot farther away from home.