We’ve been on an adventure of the nostalgic variety this past week.
Drinking pumpkin beer in Phoenixville.
Witnessing the ladies man in action in Bethlehem.
Rehearsing and dining with this guy before his big day.
Enjoying the amazing (if not slightly windy) bay view from the reception.
Dancing, of course.
Spending quality time with Nan.
Sporting jeans and long sleeves to ward off the fall chill.
Playing with friends.
Being silly at the pumpkin patch.
Playing “King of the Hay Bale.”
We’re on our way home tomorrow.
As always, we’re sad to leave, but glad we came.
(Please pray for our sanity as we endure our sixth cross-country flight of 2012.)