first grade.

the day before school started we went out on one last adventure.
the girls had been begging to go on a beach bike ride, so away we went.
little did we know we'd ride 5 miles from bolsa chica to huntington beach & 5 miles back.
10 whole miles! what.
the girls did so great. well, other than those 2 people ellie hit going down a hill. bah!
but seriously, great! a dang good day.

and then the day we'd been dreading for months.
we wanted the first grade part, just dreaded the whole waking up early part.
we're doing okay, too! we're alive! and up early! like a whole new worrrrrrld. sing with me... :)

and then that night, we had our annual back to school, fancy, shmancy dinner.
i burned the dinner, but we sure did laugh a lot. and my brownies were delicious. heh.

FIRST GRADE!
how...
why...
who...
hold me.

also, 3 blog posts in a day! a record!
i have so many more.
maybe tomorrow.
maybe not.
xo

today.

today.
slept in.
played dress up with eden.
filled the crockpot with some yummy goodness for later.
bike ride to breakfast.
surprised the girls with their scooters at school.
stopped at the liquor store on the ride home for snacks.
took it all in.
the bright, cloud filled sky.
my crazy cute husband with a hello kitty back-back on & a hipster babe at his rear.
my girls.
one in their sweat suit.
the other with a flag taped to her scooter.
their giddy smiles when we pulled them out of school a tad early.
so old all of a sudden.
so pretty. and old.
the third with a sour apple lollipop stuck to her hand & smeared all over her face.
all three girls.
mine.
a husband that adores me.
mine.
a God that tells me he loves me over+over again, even in the midst of my ugly, sinful heart.
through the clouds.
through my girls' smile.
through my baby's laugh.
through my husband's hand in mine.
through my cozy, little home.

today was just what i needed.
i'm so very thankful for this life i've been given.
it's not always perfect.
but today was pretty darn close.
so
very
thankful.


Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?...But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:25-34

our july. [it's a long one]

[pool days. beach days. daddy days. farm days. campouts. birthdays. the grand opening of my karis-ee's new store, re-new'd (check them out. you'll die from all the awesome). a new green chair for my sweet baby girl's room. bike rides. belly kicks. (i've gained 25+ pounds already! straight to my butt. yeesh!) late nights. long days. one finished book! (don't get too excited) and lots of worship music. mmm, mm, mmm, july.]

phew.
i'm pooped.
now, time to prep for kindergarten. only one & a half weeks left!

and HIIIIII! I MISSED YOU!!!!!

p.s. my shop is back in business & i have two new cheery prints up for grabs :)

6.

a wee bit excited to be leaving for a night.

first stop, crab! (tim was having fun, i promise.)

ahhh, newport. you do it to me everytime.

he's still got it. yup, yup.

this was tim making his 'funny' face. good job, babe.

newport & my timmy. such a perfect day.

new duds. you can never go wrong at jacks surf shop.

a morning ride to balboa island.

with a stop at wilma's for breakfast. (& a blt for me. ha.)

and then, a lil' ride on the ferry boat.

for some of this...

and this too :)

happy #6 to us (this sunday. easter. weird).
we are refreshed, renewed, & rejived (not a word, but whatever).
& all in the name of love.

he still gets me. & i still love him so.

p.s. we're kind of obsessed with our bikes, can ya tell? :)
p.p.s. have you tried pf chang's happy hour menu? we ate there twice in 2 days. bomb.
p.p.p.s. i love tim.