she: skipped, laughed, sipped, talked, danced, was a goofball, held my hand

i: walked, smiled, bought iced coffee (me) and a frappuccino (her), photographed, held her hand

we: spoke in german, hugged, tested perfume, picked out nail polish, admired blossoming trees

in every day life, i am realizing more and more that i do not believe in the posed or staged; rather, i believe in life in its most organic form.

...she's probably going to want to show her around town. And when she takes Kristen downtown, she'll of course want to take her to the top of a fancy schmancy hotel. This will probably involve an elevator ride, which means the girl will get confused, get off on the wrong floor, and the elevator containing a laughing Kristen will disappear from sight. Once the girl finds her friend again, she will want to show Kristen the tunnels connecting the buildings. All fine and dandy, of course, until she takes the wrong tunnel and ends up in a parking garage. After disentangling herself out of that one, she'll probably take Kristen to go eat gelato and take pictures...and maybe accidentally steal her money. All in a good day's work.

ps if you ever come visit me, I'd be happy to show you around, but get ready for an adventure. And remind me never to start my own tour-guiding business.

pps Kristen is the LITERAL BEST you guys. She's such a fun fun person and she is going to be such an amazing mother. I love her so much ♥

"Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride."
-John F. Kennedy

Bicycling in this town might not be as pretty as this bike ride was, but I still love the feeling of pavement moving fast beneath me and the cold rush of wind tangling my hair. Besides, reminiscing won't get me anywhere.

A rainy Sunday afternoon spent watching cute kids (Sorry-playing, fort-building, clementine-eating, tag-playing, and book-reading: check, check, check, check, and check) and taking pictures (because I'm that kind of babysitter, oops). But when you combine gorgeous light and a gorgeous house, how could I resist?! I swear, the internal struggles photographers have to do deal with...a good reputation or good pictures? (pictures win 99% of the time, in case you were wondering).
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I read Paper Towns by John Green this weekend. It was fabulous (fabulous is an understatement, really) and I can't stop thinking about it. Read any good books lately? We're hitting that rainy part of spring and I'm itching for some good reads for the time in between work and school.
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Early spring is made for dreaming. I've been spending Sundays completely unplugged; it's so so good for my soul, especially for the dreaming part. I dream about living in a little white house with a porch, big light-filled windows, dark wooden floors, and a sprawling shady oak tree in the yard for continued dreaming. They say reality is never as wonderful as the fantasy, but there's no harm in dreaming, is there? Someday, maybe.