This morning, I have to admit ... I wasn't feeling it. Staying home sounded like a much better idea ... what was I thinking? It's a tradition. That means every year - no matter what - we go. I'm so glad we did ... and I'm so glad we do. Just the four of us - an afternoon of laughing, smiling ... no tv, no phone ... just us. Memories for the kids, and hopefully something that they carry on some day. And when they're grown and gone ... Corey and I will still be driving up to Coloma every October ... because that's what a tradition is all about!
the end to another great day ... and many more to come!