I learned a lot this past week.
My parents are still some of the most wise, sane, down to earth people one will ever encounter.
Olivia loves camping.
John really likes fire.
Potatoes, like marshmallows, taste best when charred by a campfire.
Remy isn't a fan of the beach.
And Pennsylvania, as much as I do not want to admit it, is starting to feel like home. It only took 3 years and 8 months.
33 weeks and 4 days.
Rosie and I are chugging along.