You want to know the cold hard truth? Some days are better than others. And Monday was better than most. Something about the holiday and the warm sun on my face and the company of loved ones made me feel free. It’s a feeling that I used to take for granted. I think I actually forgot that I was attached to a 25 ft chord of plastic, blasting cold, pure oxygen into my baby nostrils. They don’t call it memorial day for nothing. It’s a day for remembering. And sometimes we need to remember how lucky we are to be free.
Meet puff puff
Me, candidly posed by my creative director husband. My very own Grace Coddington.
Red, White and Blue
Carter…right before he almost dunked me (which would have resulted in my untimely death)
As Kaylie would say, “I am a sniper.” (Not pictured: her beautiful sun-bathing body on the side of the pool cuz…privacy)
Can I live here?
All I want is to be cradled like a baby. or just be a baby.
That’s my the-wind-is-blowing-and-I’m-cold-and-I’m-trying-not-to-hyperventilate-shivering-like-a-wet-Chihuahua face.