This, my friends, is bliss.
Look at his little crack. Oh my heart.
He liked to find a spot to himself to dig, build, lay, and think. I love watching him.
No childhood is complete without burying your dad neck deep in sand.
The Buzz reunited with his cousin Hesston. Two supermans in a pod. Riv gave Hesston his old wrestling shirt because he thought there's really nothing tougher than your name beside wrestling.
And look who we saw on the way home!! A few hours is better than no hours, so we made Goshen our pitstop.
The Chachi Band was at camp with her cousins all week while we were on the beach. She had a blast, did not have gluten (woot woot!), and even remembered to shower. Although the shampoo bottle was still full when we unpacked. Hmmm.
Michigan, you do not disappoint!