This is a hard post for me to write—I’m actually crying as I type this. I’m currently nine months behind on my blog, and as I write about this day, I realize I had no idea at the time how special it would end up being. It just felt like another typical Utah summer day. I couldn’t have known what was coming, or how much would change.
This day turned out to be the last time we were with Olivia in person. Everything feels different now. Our trips to Utah will never be the same—so much of our summer revolved around her. There’s always going to be a hole where she should be. Even our traditions, like our annual mini golf outing, won’t ever feel the same again. She’ll always be missing, but never forgotten.
And that’s why I’m forever grateful that our last day in Utah was such a special one, with everyone together one final time.
Growing up—especially as teenagers—we used to throw the most amazing backyard parties. There were so many memorable ones: the celebration we did for Utah’s bicentennial with pioneer-themed activities, the carnival, the luau, and the Olympic-themed parties whenever the Summer Games came around. Since the Paris 2024 Olympics had just begun, it only made sense to send the cousins off with a “Cousin Olympic Camp.”
We had an opening ceremony, complete with a country parade and the lighting of the torch. The games included badminton, balance beams, table tennis, leg pulling, spikeball, arm wrestling, and a bean bag toss. I’m sure there were more, but those are the ones I remember. It was such a fun night, full of laughter and energy. And even though, with that many kids, there were probably some tears or squabbles, I don’t remember any of that.
What I do remember is joy. Togetherness. A moment I’ll always treasure.
That day and night will forever hold a special place in my heart.











