An old photo from a really great road trip I took about a year and a half ago with some girlfriends. We were staying in a sweet little place along the Rouge River, OR.
Been thinking a lot lately about time.
How it can drag on slowly or slip away from you like the dandelion fluff in the summer breeze. You watch it as it drifts off, dances in the light and then disappears.
How is it that it can do both at once??
Daddy-O’s birthday is this week. I have a new desert picked out to try and an old favorite (green enchiladas) for dinner. looking forward to seeing the family.
Hope all is well in your world. xo