The stories I'll tell...

I didn't drive, which allowed me to take some prairie pictures out my window. Still turned out blurry. Wide open spaces though, just like the songs say.



This is exactly what I meant by perfect weekends, lasting forever and ever. No, I insist. A little sunshine, endless icy cold Frescas, my Cross Sums. Don't make fun, I have simple needs.



My heart skips a beat when my girls, at all their various ages, think nothing of playing imaginatively with each other. Affirms everything I believe is important and possible.



Madison. You've never met a more self-assured two year old, a natural consequence of having siblings upon siblings.