Thursday night my parents flew in from Idaho Falls. flying standby is always an adventure but I won't bore you with the details of their arrival.
Friday was James' last day at his internship. He was excited to be done. The rest of us slept in and then ate a wonderful breakfast. After breakfast Aliya and Abram came over for the day. We made Mother's Day cards and then went with Grandma Thomas to the park. James got off work early and met up with us at the park. We ate pizza for dinner and all went to bed exhausted.
taking a nap with Grandpa Thomas
Saturday we baked cakes, Will and Jenni came down to visit, Grandma Thomas made alterations on Jenni's dress, while Grandpa Thomas entertained the kids. Grandpa Roemhildt drove up from Portland with Uncle Dano. We all went out to eat at Steamers Restaurant. It was great food and a fun evening. We walked down by the Sound and watched the sun set.
Steamers Restaurant
Grace wants a piece of that tomato
James second guessing the idea of going out to eat with us. Hehehe
Preston is on James' shoulders watching the train go by
Taylor playing with ROCKS
Grandma Thomas and Baby Grace
Sunday was the big day. We woke up early, and ate breakfast. Grandma Sharolee, Red Grandma (Sharolee's Mother), Aunt Val, and Austin drove up from Portland. We all met at the house before going to James' School.
First was the faculty met and greet, We took only the parents and the rest of the family met up with us at the hooding ceremony.
I'm telling my mom that the research project James and four other students did over the past three years has been selected to be on display at the International Conference of Physical therapy in Italy later this summer. yes it's a big deal
Walking to the hooding ceremony
The Hooding Ceremony
Then we ate lunch and the Thomas gang headed back to the house with Gwenevere and Grace while James walked at Graduation.
The President
Sunday was a wonderful day. Thanks everyone for coming to support James and our family. We had a wonderful day and it will be cherished forever.






















