A Sunday morning in December

We went on a Christmas date last night – the walk under twinkling lights and drink a seasonal coffee drink way too late kind. I woke up to Frank Sinatra's Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and our third Advent candle already lit this morning. David and I talked about packing suitcases for our visit home and brought our poinsettia back inside (it was getting droopy and just needed a little cold air). Apparently, we're still on that Christmas date. It's the most wonderful time of the year, indeed.

Oh yeah, Belgium..

Let's finish this thing because I've got Ukraine, Greece, and Holland in the pipeline. I know it's just not right to rush the country of beer, chocolate, and french fries – but I like breaking the rules.

Road trip to Belgium!

We packed up the car and headed to Belgium – with a stop in Luxembourg along the way. We rode bikes, had brunch, saw a castle, walked through a cathedral, and then left for Brussels. That little city is the perfect place for a stop over that includes more than picking up junk food and washing the windshield. But don't get me wrong, those thing were definitely involved. Hello Coke in a can and Pringles!

The side of the road

On the side of the road is a meadow filled with wildflowers. There's breathtaking views of snow capped mountains. There's a picnic of crisp wine, ripe blueberries, and dark chocolate. There's long conversation dotted with rejuvenating pauses. There's tilting my head back, closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath. There's singing to Frank Sinatra and dancing barefoot. There's a warm breeze that refreshes my soul. On the side of the road is the perfect afternoon. The beginning of summer.

Publishing an old draft of a spring bonfire

These pictures have just been sitting around in my drafts just waiting to be shared (along with what feels like a million others). I can't remember why Publish was saved for later. Maybe I was running out the door to meet friends, distracted by another good book, having an impromptu dance party, packing for travels abroad, or just didn't have the words after a late night at the office. I'll take it as a sign of getting whisked away by life. And relishing in every moment.