When I turn 30 I'm gonna B

HERE.

Tofino, Vancouver Island. We leave tomorrow.

three cheers and two somersaults for weekends...

...and vacations. Ours starts tomorrow!

Summer is here.

Even though it's a little less than a month 'till Solstice, I can feel it here, now. I know this summer is going to be a whirlwind, though, so I'm trying to take it all in during little snippets of time.

Tonight we ate dinner outside on our balcony with our friend Heather: a delicious roast chicken (thank you my love!) with giant hunks of bread with which to sop up the gravy. Our neighbor across the way came out of his apartment, saw us crammed in that tiny space with our glasses of wine, and I think I saw him smile. Yes, maybe he was laughing at us but I wouldn't mind if he was.

It's (finally) summer.

This boy

This adorable boy peering out of the box is my future husband. Who, two weeks before my birthday would throw me a surprise party ("I knew you wouldn't suspect anything if it was two weeks before.").

I love him. Steve put his entire heart into that party. It was honest and sweet and hell-bent to put a smile on my face. The theme was why grow up? --but if I get to grow up & old with this man I will have been blessed.

Happy long weekend

Going to be gone for a few days--hopefully getting lost at swimming holes with inner tubes in hand. being with Marmousch (!). learning to sew. knitting some. doing our version of karaoke while driving. drinking port. staying up late. sleeping in. and Marmousch.

Cake for my love

Just last night I was asking the sexy man who I get to live with what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday this year. Mind you his birthday is not until August but cake in our household is a force to be reckoned with. It's the little things in life, remember?

Anyhow. Steve's response? A peanut butter cake. I should have known.

So how providential was it when I came across this post on Cup of Jo? Now I have two delicious choices.








On our first wedding anniversary (+ anniversary cake!), November 2005

Palace of Fine Arts

also known as a beautiful place for a picnic.

We're getting better at this thing they call picnicking. A couple years ago we'd be like, "Damnit, we forgot forks!" or "Oh no, what are we going to drink?" "No blanket! I thought you were going to pack the blanket!"

But recently we managed to get out the door with a blanket, cold drinks, and utensils...as well as curried egg salad, mortadella & swiss sandwiches, and lemon cake. Yes, we are getting better at this thing called picnicking. Add an apple blossom tree to sit under, duckling siblings with their mama, and a seagull warning his buddies that he had dibs on our food--damn near close to perfect.