You can never have too many cars. Or sound effects. Or imagination.
You can never spend too much time on the floor. In the dirt. In the water.
And you can never, ever hangout with your daddy-o too much. Or wrestle too hard. Or snuggle too long.
This morning started out feeling like I had been at sea for 3 years trying to get my footing back – think baby giraffe walking for the very first time. It was not the most fun I’ve had of late. After a much needed Dramamine-induced coma, I mean rest, we thought we would seek out some vitamin D… and such a lovely evening it turned out to be:
Skirts & tank tops.
Sweet honeysuckle breeze.
Soak in the sun.
Breathe in the fresh.
Who needs appetizers?
Oh, Tupelo Honey, how you do my soul so good.