Nigel's shy sometimes, but once he warms up, he's a friendly chap. (And isn't he so darling? ) He finally warmed up to Auntie Kris and Uncle Sam this weekend.
I went dancing with my sisters-in-law and brother-in-law last Thursday. I don't know any dance "steps" and, whenever I think about what I'm doing, the movements feel awkward. When I just let myself go, things are so much fun. I had a great time and I want to go again. any dancers out there?
Right outside of Amarillo, Texas is graffiti heaven... Cadillac Ranch. It is 10 half-buried Cadillacs that are layered with paint markings. We added our little masterpieces today, leaving some part of ourselves here and dreaming that our marks will never be covered but that everyone who passes there will see us there. Weird, but that's what it's about. Except not for David Blaine, famous magician who stole the punch from our excursion with his camera-man army. I guess Marshall and Mike were kinda mesmerized by the guy, while I was more than annoyed.
We made it all the way to Phoenix for Matt and Missy's wedding. It was lovely. Mike's mom made bow ties for the boys that were so incredible. The boys were too great, running around in little ties and Converse tennis shoes. Stewart looked a bit like Twiddle Dee with suspenders, playing karate with Uncle Steve while wielding my gerbera daisy bouquet.
From Flagstaff, we traveled south to Phoenix on highway 89A so that we could drive through Red Rocks State Park and Sed0na. It was worth the extra time and nagging roadside trails.
As I arrive at the edge for a moment of solice, the warm air rises to hit my face. shhhhh... We want to show them without loosing them. It's terrifying to see boys moving so quickly at this height.
And now, we sit, with our legs dangling over the edge. We're taking it in together.