Hailey and I drove to DC over the weekend for a fancy schmancy graduate party at the Swedish Embassy. Instead of spending lots of time out in Georgetown, we opted for staying in my all-time favorite family and beloved Irish lads -- reading by the fire, eating delicious meals, blasting music on the porch and watching the twins dance in the rain with glowsticks outlining their necks and wrists.
Both eight-hour drives flew by due to nonstop chatting and multiple instances of laughing to tears. We remembered the power of being solely in the moment and it was just the refresher we were in dire need of.
*the twins' amazing tree house