six martins paid a visit.

wild and sweet were these days, the nine of us tucked beneath our itty bitty roof. the six martins were en route home from a drive up the east coast and blessed us with a few days together here in new york. we took shake shack burgers to go and walked in the park, took pizza to go and playground hopped. there were doughnuts and splash pads, farmers market pickles and stroller naps, french press coffees and coffees in paper cups, whiskey cocktails and conversations that ran late as tiny boys climbed into their dreams. 

goodness gracious, these dear friends. their marriage encourages ours. their parenthood inspires ours. their wandering hearts meet ours in faraway places, and we feel fed. this friendship is (this time was) so good for us.