Olalla Lake

I could hear Beckett's laughter clear across the lake as he and Mark paddled back to shore. I'm so glad Mark is home. 4 days without him was more than enough time to remind me how lucky we are that he's ours. There doesn't seem to be quite as much laughter when he's gone, and it's noticeably quieter around here. The boys and I are so glad the wrestling matches, tickle monsters, jokes, and squeels of laughter are back again.