twenty-nine.

and still learning to breathe. i make messes and i love and i fear and i’ll keep doing it all.

abundant.

backyard camping

we didn’t make it “real” camping this year. It seems like every time we book a campsite (months in advance because you have to if you want one at a good state park) there ends up being a huge storm if not an actual tornado warning/evacuation. Plus Rowan goes through these phases of not wanting to do anything differently, including sleeping anywhere in his own bed. So this was a big win.

Ironically, I was the one who ended up not lasting the night in the tent, as I went inside to go to the bathroom and then missed my cat too much to leave her again. How I am going to survive three weeks without her in November (HER MONTH!!) I have no idea. I may honestly die.

pow bang.

highlights were sitting (and dancing) on the rooftop watching the neighborhood’s fireworks and the fireflies blinking across the lawns, and rowan furiously sketching everything in his new sketchbook. also exploding things with fire. highly underrated.

there were fireworks but more importantly there were goats.