A couple weekends ago Logan went canyoneering with some friends to Keyhole Canyon in Zion. It was a cloudy and slightly rainy day, and I really really didn't want him to go. Hello slot canyon flash flooding death. I'm a paranoid wife all the time, but when I'm 35 weeks pregnant, it kind of goes into hyperdrive and I spend the whole time he's gone crying and planning out what the heck I'm gonna do with 3 kids without him. (Please tell me I'm not the only one, haha). If fact, I'm still kind of mad at him about it.
He lived. And he had a great time. He thinks he's doing Pinecreek this weekend, but rain is in the forecast, and by then I'll be 37 weeks pregnant. I sincerely hope it doesn't happen, not sure I can handle it. Maybe someday he'll take up a hobby that isn't potentially life threatening...
But he does look pretty happy in all the pictures:)
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