We Will Be OK

This summer has been a bit of a shitshow, if I'm being honest. And nothing heals a shitshow like hanging out with your family. So, we headed to Montana to spend some time and talk a lot and drink beer and not think about things. We got to see my sister Sara after 6 long years. We played with the dogs and rode in the Jeep and I finally got everyone together to take some photos. Grammie got to spend some quality time "arting" with the girls, and Rod and my dad did about a million chores around the house. Rod and I had some date nights, saw some great friends, and tried to breathe. Isn't it funny how, no matter your age, when you are with your parents it just feels like it's going to be OK? Because it is.