One event our family looks forward to every year is the annual Scottish Festival and Highland Games at Thanksgiving Point. There's nothing that strikes the core of my heart quite like the sound of a pipe band in the morning. It just calls to me. Imagine then, if you will, hundreds of marchers in a massive pipe band. It's pure love.
Kirk and I both pull from Scottish heritage (even our names prove it if Kirk's red beard doesn't) and have a deep love of bagpipes and kilts coursing through our veins. I know it makes us a little weird, and slightly "dungeons and dragons" dorky, but we've readily accepted our dorkiness. Say what you will.
We saw a world record broken, and my, what an athlete! Plus, it was Baby's first Scottish festival. She loved watching the swarthy men in kilts muscle heavy objects high into the air, or so she said. All three of us are super stoked for the other one coming up next month!