Provo has a real airport?

I wasn't thrilled to take my parents to the airport, but am always glad to help out, especially because they do so much for us. So so much. But when they told me they found a flight out of Provo for the same price, I was rather thrilled actually, as lame as that might sound. How cool is that? We drove right up to the terminal (why it's called Million Air, I have no idea), parked while they unloaded and then took off. No traffic, no nazi airport people, no crowds. This is probably the closest we'll get to private jet status. It's a whole new level of spoiled.