It's our first-ever summer being married, and we weren't sure we'd have time to actually do summer, since it's brim-full of shooting weddings. But we ended up with a perfect break in between the craziness. Long enough to camping two weekends in a row (and for Peter to go on Big Man Camping Trips on the next two).
I'd never been real camping before, and wasn't sure how I'd feel about it. I've always hoped I'd be the kind of person who liked it, but you just never know. It was hardly hardcore (some kind of bathroom was available at both places, and
too many plenty of people were around). But I'm definitely a believer. Steak, trout, (Costco muffins...) and sausages are just knock-your-socks-off (which I incidentally forgot to bring actually because I'm a camping noob) the best over a fire.
Traveling and exploring have always been fierce loves of mine, but now that we're married, it's even more of my favorite thing. I just want to hold his hand and go to all the new places we possibly can. He's the best one for adventures--brave, curious, kid-at-heart, creative best friend to run around with. He gets me to stop being lame and lazy and gets us out the door. He's the best to play cards with, wherever we go. He's the best for snuggling with when it's too cold (and when it's too hot. c'mon--the snuggling will not be stopped). He is basically a fish and therefore is the best person to teach me to swim (I'm a failure, I know)--complete with ice cream cone bribes.
also his black tank tops make me swoon.
( a few of the things we've been up to lately. all photos taken on my iphone
cuz sometimes a for-real camera's too big)
running around barefoot taking photos excitedly.
then they drove away and left me. (they came back).
gluten-free + dairy-free pancakes (Ben and Rebekah are healthy)
and croissant-bacon-steak-egg-sausage sandwiches (we are not).
driving home from canada
exploring sketchy unofficial area at clear lake
camping at timothy lake with Josiah and Grace
steak + pepper kebabs over the fire. one of the greatest things in life.
red rocks, colorado
on the warpath of a donut shop, with a tornado emergency warning on the radio
and thunderstorm/brewing tornado in the rearview mirror.
So weak-in-the-knees thankful for this man and this life and a loving God who finds time to make dreams come true.