A boy and his bike

There once was a boy named James. He was four years old and made sure everyone he met new it. He received a bike from a relative. That was the beginning of the story.

The boy loved this bike. So proud. The boy would be concerned for it's safety during such things as thunderstorms. He rode it up and down, back and forth, with his head held high. The boy loved this bike.

The little love

The Summer Sun

The shadows are changing. I know we are still in the middle of the summer, but a part of me feels it coming to an end, maybe slowly, but visions of crunchy leaves and school clothes are not far off. I love summer. I love the seasons here too, but summer is my favorite. Maybe that is a good enough excuse for not posting often? Maybe not. Gotta go jump in the lake now! Happy Tuesday!

So much style

Ada has been really into dressing up. These glasses were just part of her outfit that day. It's fun to see the things she comes up with. Normally consisting of shoes that are not the right season, size, or hers and glasses and a hat. Love that girl.