Last night we went on a hike and pretended to be in a magical forest, looking for witches. A witch cast a spell on Mark and turned him into a hilarious warewolf creature that chased Beckett and I out of the forest. We ran away down the trail screaming and laughing until our sides ached. I think it will be one of my favorite memories from our time here.
Sometimes I feel sad when I think about how Beckett won't get to play with his friends and cousins as often as if we had stayed in Utah. Luckily, his parents have no problem acting like children.
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