Jelly Bellies and Papa

What's a trip to Sacramento without a trip to the Jelly Belly Factory? We picked up my Nana from her apartment and headed off to the Factory, full of excitement...anticipating a sugar high.

With my luck, however, it was surprisingly empty which I was excited about! However, we soon read signs that it was a maintenance day and there was nothing...and I mean, NOTHING, going on. You'd think they'd put some token Jelly Belly workers down there to look busy and show all of us tourists staring down on them some fancy candy making but there was nothing. The bins of candy were pretty...the "new" honey bean jelly bean was nausea inducing...and the temper tantrums thrown by my 2 year old after a few days of no naps were exhilarating. Even though we didn't have much action going on in the factory, we made great memories.

Daddy and Lynnea before the hat.
If you took "the hat" off, you were kicked off the tour, according to urban myths. Here we are, sporting the "must-have" accessory.
On our way home from the Jelly Belly Factory, we knew we'd pass right by my Papa's grave so we all took a side trip to pay our respects to my favorite grandfather.

It was a beautiful place with green grass and white marble headstones honoring military heroes; men and women who had served their country and deserved a peaceful place of rest.
My Papa's headstone. I miss him terribly.