Festival As A Verb

I love Fall. I love my family. I love Fall-festivalling with my family (see previous years here and here). Seriously though (and this deserves a blog post all its own), my immediate family members are my best friends. I love those guys and everyday wish with all of my being that we lived in the same place. Truth be told I often get sad thinking about my sister and me, both stay-at-home Moms doing the same things everyday, yet living three hours away from each other. I mean, we could be doing all of these things TOGETHER.

But anyway. This past weekend was our little town's little Fall Festival. Although I am thinking they must have put it in the newspaper down in Phoenix or something because there were so, so many people down there. We had a great time though, and luckily we arrived just as it began so we could hightail it out of there before 1pm when it started to get really packed. It's always a fun event- tons of things for kids to do between the jumpy castles, booths to trick-or-treat, and even a little pumpkin patch. It's events like this that make me love where we live even more, and grateful that there's always something fun to do with kids. And even though sometimes Hank and I dream of big cities and different places, right now small town life is really the life for us.

Here are some photos from our weekend- I hope you had a lovely one too!