The first people to roll into town were Grandma and Poppy. We enjoyed showing them around our neck of the woods. Laura & Bret came the next day and we all took a trip down to our favorite beach.
Poppy and Norah. Classic.



The next day the rest of the family arrived and we met up at one of our favorite spots in Orange County.
It still kind of blows my mind that this is where we live, and that doing stuff like this is the norm for a weekend. That said, having family around takes the experience from awesome to 11.
(more trip highlights to come)