It’s been a very weird week. Kind of a step-back-and-grab-my-head-to-slow-down-the swiveling kind of week. A feel the ground moving under my feet kind of week.
Despite this week (ohhhh this fucking week) I’m taking a lot of pride in realizing the bad stuff is always bookended by the good stuff. And I say pride, because I’m proud to look around my little life and feel like it’s gigantic because there really is so much good.
And if a horrible week has to come around, the third week of October is a great time. I perked right up while uploading these pictures, remembering the perfect Fall weekend shared with old friends. We drove to a farm in Greenspring Valley on a whim, and just bathed in the sunshine and tried to keep winter out of our minds. We got lost in a corn maze, picked our own pumpkins off the vine, and saw some livestock. And even though the fresh-pressed cider was served sans bourbon, we cut our losses and enjoyed the crap out of it
Some of my very favorite sisters, and 1/3 of my wedding party. Olivia has retired from the flower girl game, but will be taking junior bridesmaids offers in four years.
Me pal-ing around with my very best friend, corn.
Just a ton of sunshine.
The moral of this week is thus. It’s hard to really ever go off the grid with sadness when you know in your heart there might be a chance to zoom in on a pig butt.