Spring break: Day 4

Now, at this point you might be thinking that I could have probably combined a couple of these days and minimized the amount of blog posts. Valid point, but I'm going to milk this vacation for all it's worth and individually blog each day. Why, you ask? Because Alex thoroughly enjoys reading my posts and the more posts I supply her with; the more time it buys me in between posts to come up with something awesome to write about. Yeah I know; I thought of that all by myself. 

Alas, I shall recount Day 4 of the great adventure that was known as the Porter family vacation to visit the Fishers in Provo. 

Day 4 was rough for me because my family did something awesome without me. They, along with Ky, went to the Salt Lake City Temple grounds and took a grand tour of not only that, but also the conference center. Lame sauce. Nonetheless, I will proceed to post pictures of this fantastic day. 

 

Alex and my dad in front of the main doors at the SLC temple. 

My parents, also, the SLC temple in all it's beauty. 

Let's pretend I took the picture. So I really did go, I was just behind the camera. 

So, we're going to talk about this picture a little bit. Ky and Alex like each other right? Or at least I think they do. This picture makes me smile every time I see it because there is a good foot or more in between them. This specified distance is always in between them. Something they have in common is their ability to not care is they're going against a social norm, as long as they are comfortable with the situation. For example; I will now recount an actual conversation I had with my sister:

Alex: hey guess what? Ky and I were home alone for 30 minutes while mom and dad picked you up, and we literally didn't say a word to each other.
Me: I'm sorry! Did you try to make conversation with him? You know, he does that a lot, even with me. He's a solitary creature and needs a little nudging every once in a while to talk. He doesn't even notice he's doing it.
Alex: Yeah yeah yeah, I don't actually care. You mistook me telling you as me caring that we didn't talk. It was nice, not awkward. I'm glad neither one of us feels like we need to fill silence with words. 

Strange people I tell you. Very, very strange.