Summer Serendipities

Dear Reader, Memorial Day was  pure summer bliss! I ended up not having to work either which I wasn't expecting. Keaton and Lillian and Paxton slept over Sunday night, and I woke up around 9 that morning and went on a run for the first time in a while and it was such a beautiful morning and was such a perfect summery start to what is in my opinion the first real day of summer! When I came home, we all got ready to go to Ashton and Chris' pool at Olde Liberty [and let me tell you, for summer inauguration it's a process. The first swim means the first shave after winter😉 Lol jk I totally shave in the winter but still, lots of prep] and I put on my brand spankin' new purple bathing suit and off we all went! Watching Space Jam--Paxton's all-time favorite movie--before the pool  We spent most of the day at the pool, with the little boys [except for Seeley] in these new things I've never seen before called puddle jumpers, which are like life jackets

Dear Reader, The greatest love of my life has become lost to me today. In fact, just thirty minutes ago. I am never. Never. Never. NEVER EVER EVER EVERRRRRRR living in North Carolina! EVER! I am not even being silly. This is all in dead and complete seriousness, because I almost WAS DEAD. I was grumpy because I didn't get to go on a walk this morning and I ate pretty crappily today so when I got home from getting groceries for tomorrow I decided to go on a walk to lift my spirits and even took Willie so that mom and dad could have some peace of mind when they came home knowing that Willie had gotten his exercise in for the day. And then, because Willie is the biggest pain in the butt known to man when he goes on a walk, I took him back home halfway so I could just listen to my music [current obsession: Styx] and finish my walk peacefully. Ugh, tender mercy number one. *shiver* So I started my second go round of the neighborhood, and it's getting pretty dark but

Dear Reader, My name is Addy and I am a reluctant millennial. Not that that's the most important thing to know about me, but it does explain the reason for the existence of this blog. I looooooove love love love looooveeeeee paper, and letters, and real, hardcover (or even just straight up paperback) books that you can smell and dog-ear and fan the pages of and I keep almost every movie ticket stub and brochures from festivals and truly every letter and card that has ever been written to me. I love [well, the idea of, since I've really only made the time to do it once] pasting tangible evidence of memories into a scrapbook filled with pretty paper. Throughout all of high school, I even pressed [in all of my big, fat, hardcover books of course] all of the flowers I ever received from dates and dances and recitals and kept them up until the day I left for college when I  finally just threw them away. But, more than anything , I, for some reason, was incredibly anal in my op