I spent the better part of this past week in Northern Michigan with my family. It was our first trip as a family of six. Kylie and I have been planning since April; I spontaneously decided that I wanted to go to Harbor Days, and we were off to the races. It was always a hugely special event for me. So many of my childhood summers included watching my grandfather selling ride tickets and collecting money for the Saturday evening fireworks show that would illuminate Lake Michigan. He would save tickets for all of the grandkids, and we would get dropped off at the carnival to spend the afternoon unsupervised.…