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 future Mr and Mrs pictured above, and my official Mr below. 2012 has been a banner year for marriage. And also a big year for Rob creeping out the woman on that bench.

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.

Lesson learned, life.