Last Friday was Auntie Mel's birthday, so we got up early for a little adventuring + girl talk at Lake Connestee Nature Trail. Honestly, we did way more talking than walking, and it was exactly what we both needed. Growing up with a baby sister is the best.
Later that evening, the family came over to the bungalow for some fresh-off-the-grill cheeseburgers + hanging out. This has become one of my favorite traditions, and each gathering is sweeter than the one before.
Although we didn't find out that he was a he until the next day, we had to get a picture with little Braxton. Everyone was holding someone, and these smiles adequately show everyone's excitement for the new member of our traditional sibling picture that's tucked safely inside big sister's belly.