Well hello there! I’ve been avoiding my blog because I have a major case of Writer’s Block. Rather than stress about the lack of words and zero motivation, I’m curled up on my couch having a Harry Potter marathon. And we can’t have a magical movie day without a nice hot cup of Butterbeer Latte. […]
What better way to commemorate a friendship than a photographic post? A patriotic one at that.
Your worth is not measured by how much money you have in the bank or the size of your house. Or whether you can sit on your couch without pushing a weeks worth of clothes onto the floor; right on top of that fort built out of blocks.
Paint me a new day,
Oh Artist of my soul.
Create in me a new heart,
As your picture is made whole.
We weren’t sure if the weather was on our side when the day first began, but we pushed through and decided that the slightly overcast day was perfect for our shenanigans.
It’s the first day of June, and our first June in Maine.
I’m over here doing a marvelous impression of Jesse Spano from Saved By The Bell. Minus the collapsing and weeping into Zack’s shoulder. And if I spelled any of those names wrong, don’t kill me- I’m just so excited.
I’ve confessed before that I’m addicted to rearranging. That if my husband were blind, he’d be in a body cast. And today was no different. I’ve no pictures as of yet to show as proof, because this post isn’t actually about that.
This is love.
