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Still dreaming.

Hello! It's been awhile.

I was never able to make any plans to get out of town this past week, so I ended up having a 'staycation' instead. I have absolutely no complaints! It was so much fun and oftentimes relaxing. There were many little events within my family of friends such as birthdays,  dissertation defenses, fancy dinners and outdoor concerts. I was also able to spend a real amount of time with my guy - which doesn't happen very often with our conflicting schedules. We enjoyed plenty of naps, walks, baking, movie watching, etc.  - all of the nice things that couples do. It's been so lovely to be able to simply be in his presence for longer than one evening or afternoon.  

Today I went to the nursery and bought some shade lovers (peachy pink and white gardenias, white heliotrope and hosta) for the window in my bedroom. Unfortunately I didn't purchase the correct window hanging for the flower box, so for now they'll have to sit in the kitchen. It was fun to get my hands dirty in the soil and make a big mess. I feel so proud of them, even if all I did was move them from their individual planters to a single large one. A couple of them have flowers that have not blossomed yet, but should sometime in July. I'm excited to nurture them and watch them grow.

somewhere romper

I just dropped a nice chunk of cash for this sweet little number. I hope it looks really amazing on me, or else I might cry.

my sunshine

The most perfect lady.

a little treasure

It would be a shame not to share this with you. A friend of mine filmed this on his journey home on the train across America. It's so beautiful and nostalgic feeling. Please watch & listen. Click here and scroll down to view.

cry baby

My parents are preparing to move out of our home that my dad built and designed 21 years ago, so I have been sorting through boxes upon boxes of memories. I'm having a much harder time with it than I thought I would. I am being reminded of how sentimental I am and how emotional I can be (just like my mother). I have found myself crying over every little thing. My mama has kept everything in boxes; from the cards my parents received when I was born, to the diaries I kept when I was 13. My dad and I were sifting through these things on Monday night when he found his first passport. What a handsome man.

I plan to post some of the letters and other things I have found over the past few days soon. I will probably weep the entire time. I've already cried three times while writing this. Sheesh!