I'm a sap.
We are on vacation. We are in Bend, Oregon. Honestly one of my favorite places in the whole wide world. My fondest memories as a little girl are of family vacations to the mountains. My parents worked way too many hours and during these eventful road trips my sister and myself had them all to ourselves. Pretty much every trip revolved around a mountain range. I believe this is why silly geographic rock formations hold such a special spot in my heart. Mr. French has taken a full week off, and my parents have joined us from the midwest.
B is at the age now where he is an active member on family trips. I have been anxiously anticipating the moment when we could start filling his sweet little head with memories of hiking on unknown trails, skipping rocks in clear mountain streams and giggling until our bellies hurt over trivial, silly things. That moment is here and it is more magical than I could have ever imagined.