Sarah + John (+ baby Colby)

Sarah’s dad walking her down the aisle, holding her son (his grandson) brought tears to many eyes. The personal vows they recited, the windy and crisp weather, the large fountain babbling in the courtyard, the tiny lights on the trees, the fun cast of characters...

Adore

{Entry 6: A week of love. Because my headstone will never read, “We Had No Idea How She Felt.”} I got in trouble last year for tweeting that I “adored” a co-worker. It made another co-worker uncomfortable and it made me feel like a giant idiot. I...

Heart Beat

{Entry 5: A week of love. Because my headstone will never read, “We Had No Idea How She Felt.”} I love sports. I’ve always have, but more so as an adult. I love entering these small community races to remind myself to simply show the best of me. It reminds my...

Enamored

{Entry 4: A week of love. Because my headstone will never read, “We Had No Idea How She Felt.”} “We fail more often by timidity than by over-daring.” – David Grayson

Viva!

{Entry 3: A week of love. Because my headstone will never read, “We Had No Idea How She Felt.”} I love Mexico. Today’s entry is entirely dedicated to my love of all things Mexican. Mariachi music? It’s my equivalent of champagne. You can’t have...

What’s Not to Love?

That dreaded holiday is upon us when babies with bows and arrows descend from the heavens to send all first world consumers into a fit of bad jewelry (with stones harvested from brutal child labor in Africa), flowers (harvested by children in Ecuadorian factories) and...