we hopped a westward train on friday afternoon, bound for al fresco suppers and homemade pina coladas. a burst of inspiration hit us in the grocery store produce aisle and, next thing we knew, we were on the back porch with a saw and all the trappings of fruity poolside drinks.
it's always special to be with his family and i feel so fortunate that they live so close. i love the conversations that happen with his parents over coffee early in the morning. i love his mama's garden brimming with roses, daisies, lilies, and hydrangeas, and how she cuts a bouquet for the table. i love watching the boys at the grill with big smiles on their faces.
yes, these are good days.