it's finally starting to feel like summer. the weekend was dreamy. relaxed and pretty productive too. a very unplugged type of weekend. my little boy got his haircut and a happy meal. i wish i had a photo to show benji with his proud new army cut. (lately when a truly great snapshot moment comes about, i start singing, if i had a camera... in the same tune as trini lopez's if i had a hammer.. i'm happy to say, the new camera hunt has been narrowed down and i'm closing in on the big purchase. there will be no shortage of photos from my summer vacation.) oh.. i painted on some new pinky nail polish and drove to rexburg for the seasonal trip to my favorite craft store, porter's.
speaking of which, i came home with a boatload of pretty papers for projects; one. something crafty for my dad for father's day and two. the upcoming collection of mini diaries. thanks to so many of you who've requested more! i have an idea in mind for customers who have told me they're giving them to their children or nieces and nephews. i will be creating a new batch of mini diaries with little ones in mind; the covers will feature youthful designs. of course–if you're like me–fluffy owls, tiny hearts & paper dolls are still age appropriate. i hope to create a large assortment, so everyone finds something they like.
saturday night, dan served root beer floats for our readathon. in frosty mugs. he's pretty cute. i am only one hundred pages away from finishing the help. which i love. am savoring every last page of these people. i am so happy to have a book that i like enough to pull me away from the tv and the computer. one that keeps the light on a little longer at nights. when i begin dreaming of my fan mail to the author, i know it's a keeper.
this morning i made applesauce oatmeal muffins in honor of my grandma june. whenever i scoop a teaspoon of cinnamon into a bowl, i think of my grandma. i usually shake a little more in for good luck. she was cinnamon and spice and everything nice. if she were here, we'd be celebrating her 85th birthday today. she passed away when i was only fifteen and i think of her so much still. i wish she could've met dan, i know she would have laughed at his jokes. i wish she were around to talk to about pregnancy and motherhood, i know her wisdom would give me comfort. i wish she was still playing tennis and tending to her flowers and hosting thanksgiving, i'd send her thank you notes. still, all that grandmotherly love and friendship in my fifteen years was enough for me to hold her up on a pedestal and give her a special room in my heart forevermore.
happy flag day.
picnic images via tumblr.
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