John Ball Park

This past weekend was supposed to be filled with live music, cowboy boots, overpriced beers, and too much sun for my skin to handle. It was supposed to be a weekend completely dedicated to a country music festival. Steve was even in town to attend the concerts with me. It ended up not being a music festival weekend. It ended up being so much more. 

We were supposed to attend the B93 Birthday Bash all day Saturday and Sunday.  However, we weren't planning on going early in the morning.  We wanted to arrive in time to just see some headliners and have a few drinks.  By the time we packed up the car with coolers and snacks and hit the road, we heard on the radio that the parking lots were full and they weren't allowing any additional concert-goers into the park. 

So, now what?

We had the entire weekend cleared for this. 

We ended up having one of the best weekend I've had in years. My parents, Steve and I all decided on not letting the full day off go to waste, so we headed on out to the John Ball Zoo in Grand Rapids.  It was the perfect day for it. 

After our afternoon with the animals of John Ball Park, my dad had an excellent idea to go to Grand Haven for pronto pups and to walk around the boardwalk. 

We ended the night with a bonfire and pizza.  We also brushed the dust off our old tent, and Steve and I camped out in the backyard for the evening while watching movies and giggling like children. 

It was the most perfect day.  I'm still hung over from the joy of this past weekend.

xoxo,
Laura