Seems like I kind of fell off the wagon. Truth be told, I’ve been doing a bit of soul-searching (as do we all), crafting, gardening and traveling. We finally got some rain today so I’m pretty happy about that.
Last weekend, we traveled to Parris Island, SC, to see my little (read: baby) brother graduate from Marine Boot Camp. I am 13 years older than he is. I remember when he stopped letting me hold his hand when we walked through the mall. What a sad day. He was such a cute baby with blond curls and knee socks. My mother wanted a pretty baby boy and she got the chance with Matthew. Take a look at him now: