Steve's busy saving the world--one broken arm at a time. So much for thinking that his third year would be easier. He's been doing trauma the last two months and it has been rough. He's feeling a little beaten down:
And anytime Steve's feeling overwhelmed, that means I'M feeling the same.
Luckily we took a great trip out to see the fam.
We played:
We hiked (at least one of us did):
We made some new friends:
We looked at ginormous houses:
We got really dirty:
We had a great time:
And now we're back.
Dang.