The Raspberry Inn

After we went to the State Fair a few weekends ago, we stayed at the quaintest little bed and breakfast. Actually, it was my dad's house. I called him to see if we could spend the night since we had to be in Kaysville early on Saturday morning. Little did I know we were going to get the royal treatment.

We found this note and cookies on our bed when we arrived:

And the next morning he got up early to make us this delectable breakfast:

I think my festiveness came from my mother and father.