Grandma rented a party bus and we all piled in to go to the Tingey Family Reunion in Utah. I know family reunions have a reputation of being lame or weird, but I have looked forward to these reunions my whole life. The only bad part is that Jack was 20 months old and I couldn't tie him to a tree, so I barely got to talk to anyone for more than 30 second increments.
Josh couldn't come to the reunion because of his rockstar gig, so he decided to fly in for a few hours. He flew right over the house and waved out the window. That was pretty rockstar too.
On the drive home, we were lucky enough to stop and visit our beloved Grandma Harris. She always makes us feel so loved.
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