Summer Lovin'

The last few weeks have been whirlwinds.

We took a glorious, but too short trip to North Carolina to visit Lindsey’s family. Picked blackberries. Baked a pie. Had brunch with friends. Went to a family reunion. Scored some Bojangles. Excellent time.

We were supposed to host guests between those two trips, but a health scare prevented their visit. THANKFULLY, the test results were negative.

So Audrey and I spent three days at the farm. Went swimming. Road the golf cart in the hay field. Played with kitty. Marveled at the miniature donkey. Took tons of photos. Had a beautiful time.

Spent 4th of July at my cousin Kelly’s for the annual “Rain of Fire” celebration that my cousin’s Mark and Brian orchestrate. The most awesome fireworks celebration I’ve every attended. Rain be damned. We camped in a soggy tent. Ate ridiculous amounts of food. So much fun. I love my family to no end.

And hip hoopla hooray—Audrey is walking. She’s also quickly mastering the fine art of tantrum throwing. They are loud, but very short lived. My little peanut is growing up and I don’t like it one bit. Well, it is exciting, but happening all too quickly. She’s already figured out how to open the office door where the computers are with all their blinking buttons and humming fans. What next? Will I find her with her own Facebook page?

Lindsey starts a new job on Monday. Yesterday, we took Audrey to Grant’s Farm. I hadn’t been since a goat tried to eat my skirt when I was six. I had forgotten how much was there. Um…or maybe it has changed a lot in 35 years.

Picked two tomatoes and had first BLTs of the season. Also made first batch of pesto. Have the itch to entertain friends, but feel like I have dozens of things to get in shape with the house before that.

Breathe.
Sigh.
Love.