biscuits & gravy in the atl.

I adore my friends. There's something about girls you can share anything with. Whilst puppy sitting for the cutest puppy (biscuits) in the world (next to my two, of course), we traveled the streets of Atlanta over a quick weekend. I had fun showing Yen (Jen) the old stomping grounds. Oh, and biscuits wins the award for first dog to sit through an entire church service without making a peep! Great company, good eats, fun "water gun shopping". Thanks girls! Your friendships enrich my life deeply.

twins.

Rims On The River.

Hal's dream...rows and rows of antique vehicles restored in all their splendor. Though most were in beautiful eye-cathing condition, others needed the roar of their engines to prove their existence. One in particular was named "Tetanus on Tires". As you could probably imagine...it was a sad old delapidated truck that nearly touched the ground it was so low. Sadly I did not get a picture.

Isla Bonita.

I Heart NY Pizza.

The Rio Rancho variety is AMAZING.

Azalea Fest.

The North Carolina Azalea Festival transformed downtown this weekend. The streets were filled with hand-crafted goods of all kinds, choices of face painting, faux tattoos, caricatures, skateboarding demo, crazy dangerous motorcycle demo, bbq, Hawaiian Ice, and one of my personal favorites, funnel cake (topped with caramel). The weather was gorgeous, the wind (at times) was fierce, and the crowd of people quite pleasant. This festival originally began in 1948, and well, they've done it again. Thanks Wilmington for such a fun way to celebrate the arts and ring in the Spring season.

signs of growth.

Seedling.

Ben & Lucy,
We are so excited that words cannot describe quite as well as a facial expression. We love you and can't wait to meet the lil' one!

solitude.

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
- Winston Churchill

the weight of glory.

"We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship."

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.
st. francis