Among the many things we do as parents are those that exist for the sole purpose of sharing ourselves. And like the mighty spring tide, everything seemed to line up perfectly for giving Abigail that glimpse into the inner workings of her mama. This is where I’m from. This is who I am. Welcome to summer in Virginia.
I saw the rush of wonder at things that seemed foreign contrasted against the awakening of things we may be destined to share.
Gardening, Gardens, and Grandparents
Cucumbers were the only things ready in Pops’ Garden.
Our master gardener, fondly known as Dad, at the Butterfly Pavilion.
Botanical Gardens, Richmond, VA
Swimming and “Swimmin Races”
We spent a lot of time in the world of competitive swimming growing up, a LOT. Will Abigail choose that route? Ryan is hoping no. I’m thinking maybe!
Cousins. All swimmers.
A little private lesson with my sister, former Virginia Tech Swim Team Captain.
I got to sneak away for a little Lynchburg fun.
Douglas and Bruce – not talking or girls, just best friends.
Those one of a kind girlfriends that you feed your soul? These are mine.
My mom and sister.
June Birthday Girls
We had our share of meltdowns (pun intended) and scraped knees.
But mostly? Mostly it was sandals and sun and love. So much love.
Um excuse me, I was there too.
Shawn, Emily’s Furbaby.