You're never too old or too square to hang in a graveyard.
Short, and sweet, and truly extraordinary.
A banner hung above our heads that read "Best Night Ever". It didn't feel like one night, or a day, or a week. It felt like an entire lifetime of pure joy that fit into an 8 hour period.
When I saw that my husband had somehow managed to perfectly trace a photo of us walking towards what ended up being the proposal, I cried.
When your goal is to eat pretty foods, you find yourself being more mindful and finding joy in cooking and baking and of course, in eating!
Blood Oranges: Winter's simplest joy.
We all hate resolutions. All of us. Don't be silly and say you think they're like, super neat, or something like that. I do kinda like goals.
We've had a bad case of wanderlust lately. Work is stressful, wedding planning is overwhelming and the Minnesota winter is closing in quickly. Kinda makes you want to, I dunno, move to Norway and spend your days drinking tea and blogging.
You know those vacations where you come back thinking "Oof, I need a vacation from that vacation"?
Camp Wandawega is not one of those vacations.
Never forget this moment.
Stunning and serene: Iceland in black & white