a windy little picnic

This is one of those things that I imagine I'll look back on a year from now & sort of *facepalm* that I actually deemed it internet-worthy... Between the shakiness & the dirt the lens acquired on the walk to the park from our apartment, it's a little lackluster. But it's still a little memory of a picnic & heel-clicks in the park on a pretty, spring day in May. Plus, I could listen to this song over & over & over again. It would almost certainly be on the soundtrack if my life were a movie.

We've been having to make the most of our "weekends" since it usually ends up that I work at least half of Sundays & Jared half of Mondays. Yesterday, that meant sleeping in, overlooking typical Monday chores & taking a walk to the park. I'm getting the want-a-vacation itch, so every little thing that involves me + Jared + not being in our apartment/at work helps. I may have closed my eyes for a minute & pretended we were on holiday in San Francisco or Barcelona. Heightened levels of the vacation sads, folks.

But it's okay! Because, heel-clicks! Right? 

monday best - post mother's day edition

 boatneck - H&M // skirt - vintage // hat - cotton on // sunnies - UO

I just realized that I'm the jerk posting outfit photos the day after Mother's Day instead of an ode to my wonderful mom & mother-in-law... plus all the other mothers in my life. & they are all wonderful. I just got so excited that I actually took outfit photos for once! Even if my hair looks slightly lifeless towards the bottom. It's fine. It's totally fine.

We got to see both of our moms & 2 out of the 4 sisters that are mothers yesterday, which is probably a record for us. It was simply perfect weather, which made for a pleasant afternoon of flower delivering & mom-hugs. I wish there was more time in the week for us to see our moms, since they both live no more than 20 minutes away from us. They are truly lovely, classy ladies. Well, lovely & classy with a touch of sass - & we respect the sass around these parts, because otherwise, we never would have made it past our first conversation all those years ago.

I had an event in the morning & one of the caterers cautiously approached & asked if I was a mother in a calculated attempt to get bonus points with the big, bad event manager. I said no, but thanks for asking. It's funny, because growing up, I was always perplexed when the couples that got married at our church reached their two year anniversary without any babies showing up. When we first started dating, I figured we'd have a baby as soon as possible after getting married. But here we are! Two & a half years in, & prayerfully fine with it being just the two of us, for now. I am so... so excited to meet our kiddos someday & pass along the sass to the next generation. But in the meantime, I'm just taking notes from our moms, our sisters & friends, while munching on all the niece & nephew cheeks that I can get my hands on.

& for the record, Jared is the one who gets baby fever in this house. I'm still stuck on puppy.

oh, hey.

Pictured above is a post-it note that I wrote while in the middle of writing about 16 other post-it note reminders for events this weekend. It was one of those moments that I needed to just stop & rationalize whether the anxiety-induced tension that was accumulating in my neck was really worth it. Really, truly, grand-scheme-of-things worth it. In the moments that I have to stop & ask myself this question, the answer seems to usually be a big, fat, sloppy "no." I'm not trying to shrug off responsibility, or belittle whatever duty it is that is lying before me. It's just a reminder to breathe. That tomorrow is coming whether I like it, or whether I'm dreading it. & that tomorrow will eventually be yesterday.

Then there's the flip side to tomorrows & yesterdays, & this side looks a lot like doing my baby sister's hair for the prom I am subconsciously doubting she is old enough to attend (because BABY. SISTER.), or looking at the calendar & realizing that May is already halfway over & we've been to the beach zero times. I could go on, but I'm imagining that my existentialism will only hold your attention but for so long. It's been a long day that started at 4:00 a.m. I may or may not be eating hummus for "dinner" as I type because there is still so much to get done before the end of the day.

So... Deep breath.

& oh hey, oxygen.

& then Danielle got married.

Hey there, blog! I'm getting my life back together after a week of wedding wonderland... Seriously, like seven loads of laundry & one "oh, THERE'S the bottom of the kitchen sink!" later, I'm finally reacquainting myself with friends & the internet. Part of my non-blogging time has been spent editing Dee's bridal portraits, & they do not disappoint. 

But the point is... Jeremy & Dee are married! Married with a capital PRAISE JESUS, HALLELUJAH! Yay weddings! Yay love!

iphone does: an evening at the ballpark

Jared & I rolled out of bed at 5:00 a.m. on Saturday & were both on the way to work before the sun had really peeked over the building across the street. It was certainly an early enough morning that I was running into walls at work because I don't really dooooo mornings.

But all's well that ends at a baseball game, right? We joined up with friends for wings (don't tell my diet) & a breezy evening at the park that ended with surprise fireworks. It felt like a mini kickoff to summer. Early morning events, barbeque, enough of an evening breeze that a husbandly arm around the shoulders is both sweet & necessary.

Virginia, even your mosquitoes & humidity won't get to us. It's going to be a lovely summer.