we flew up to pennsylvania last week for a wedding. omar was honored to perform the wedding of a dear friend, and i was honored that the trees decided to keep some orange and red leaves on their branches. the days were breezy and in the 40s. we slept in a farmhouse built in the 1800s and ate and talked and laughed in the coziest of kitchens. we ate our way through the lancaster farmer’s market. i teared up at the sweetest of weddings and square danced in a barn. and we all had just about a perfect time.