the boy who lived

For many of us, last week marked the end of an era.

Kind of the unofficial end of our childhood. 

And a very official end to any more midnight premiers for this old girl.

I read my first Harry Potter book in 1999.
12 years, seven books, and eight movies later I still love it.

It was an honor growing up with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the DA.

Thank you, JK Rowling, for such a grand adventure.

many vintages ago

I absolutely adore this picture of my grandparents.

hello young love.

let it ring

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Independence Day

one year ago today I was landing in this place

my how time flies!

hello

hello Ky bug.

hello sister time.

hello family love.

hello Helen.

hello big sky and open fields.

hello Mesa Falls.

hello Idaho weekend.

happy father's day

Happy Father's Day to the man with the most swag I've ever seen

 

 

Love you, pops!

memorial day