There is such a stigma that goes along with the “in-laws”… and “my husband’s family…” but in my case, I think I got dealt a pretty great hand. Like really great. So great, I might venture to say the best. We spent a few days together in Ventura after celebrating a beautiful little boy and his baby blessing. It was lovely and very “pleasant” as my father-in-law would put it.
We jump roped with seaweed, ate too many gummy bears, chatted around a monster of a bonfire, devoured an entire bottle of squeeze cheese in a matter of minutes, paddle boarded, surfed, biked, walked, chased so many toddlers and let me tell ya, it was pretty great. Really great. So great I think we should go back next week. Whaddya say guys?!
Now keep scrollin’ if you’re feeling like seeing way way way way too many photos of us.