day 134

sky shots. 

i can't get enough of the wispy clouds. a blue-skied day is great, but i love a sky with flare. kinda like those beings with a milky complexion. that sort of perfect is great, but me, i love the freckles. the sunspots. the character. it's what makes us, us. imitated but never duplicated.

i'll never see a sky like this again, but i can always flip back through my catalog for an instant memory.

day 133

have you ever seen a strawberry this big? large enough that my four-year-old needed two hands to hold? juicy and sweet, not a bit tart. between me and the 3 kiddos, we polished off that container in one sitting.

yummo.

day 132

how cute is this? 

for the child who has preferred to climb trees, ride his scooter and run through the woods looking for {any and all} bugs/mushrooms/moose poop, for him to sit down and write his sibling's name in chalk - big moment for mr. jb!

day 131

mother's day.

brunch at settler's bay - full spread! every breakfast goodie you could imagine and even chocolate layer cake - ohmygoodnessgracious, we all walked out of there a few pounds heavier. likely, tess being the biggest eater.

after brunch, nana lynn and dyl branched off to do their own thing, while we ventured over to the musk ox farm in palmer. they open for the year on mother's day, proudly showing off the new babies on the farm.

it was a gorgeous day.

day 130

had a wonderful family shoot at this location today; wanted to enjoy it with some of my favorite people. 

evening stroll at 8:30 pm, loving all the light!

day 129

once again, our duplex is a landlord's worst nightmare. i'll spare you the details and just say it's gonna be a long road back to good. i'm up for the challenge and happy to say this "love" of ours will be going on the market this year. 

ripping out carpet and pad... 

again, sparing you the details; super-awesome friday night with my razor blade, iTunes and mask.

day 128

i've never felt more love from my big kids than i have this year. they vocalize their feelings and emotions throughout the day, every day. they tell me i'm the prettiest mama they've ever had. they say i'm the best mama in the whole world. and this, well, if there's a flower (or a weed) in sight, i'll have it tucked behind my ear, in my hand or like below, in my stroller's possession.

after six and a half years of being a mother, i've finally reached the point all those ladies were telling me about - the reward, the love, the appreciation.