My daughters were 10 and 12 when they first visited The Grand America Hotel. They weren’t accustomed to such luxury. Their idea of extravagance had been bowling at Jack & Jill lanes in American Fork, lunch from the grill, and a night at the Super 8 in Lehi because it had a pool.

Administrative responsibilities in the emergency department required me to attend a medical conference at The Grand. Organizers arranged my accommodations. I took Rachel and Rebekah. Before we got to our room, Rachel eyed the crystal light fixture and paneled walls of the elevator, and said, “Dad, I don’t think I can stay at the Super 8 anymore.”

The girls enjoyed every amenity, including plush robes and at least three trips into an oversized jetted marble tub. Their eyes widened when I said, “You guys haven’t ever had room service, have you?” I ridiculously overpaid for a pizza that was far too small, but it was delivered to the room with a mere phone call, and they loved it. We still laugh about it.

My daughters are now married and have kids of their own, but I still take them to brunch at The Grand every Christmas season.

Take time to make memories. Spend a few dollars if you must. It will be worth it.