Family visit: in numbers.

We ate at Cafe Rio twice,

slept three to a bed,

and then squeezed one extra boy in for breakfast,

had adventures with our two families,

(Love you, Skousens!)

stopped six, seven ... maybe eight? times to catch our breath on the way up Y mountain,

spent time with all four siblings at once,

rented two double-tubes at Seven Peaks,

squished five bums on one side of the picnic table,

 and celebrated the Fourth.

Oh man, Texas is twenty-two hours too far away.

 I miss you guys!