A Day before the June Series

I am to begin a journey that has been planned for, hoped for, crossed toes for, wished and dreamed for. (Dreamed is just a side note). And it involves the hopefully sunlit days of June. 







All of it, the entire June Series, is to prepare for my great leaving of Provo. To fill everyday with such overwhelming laughter and joy as to tickle my down to my toenails! There are a few main attractions of the June series and they happen to be a good handful of friends, who would capture the heart of any miser whether it be Scrooge or Darth Vader (who is just very, very grumpy). So it all will begin tomorrow but already a few adventures have debuted in these few final days of May weather. Including:

Cutting Easton's hair (yikes)

It happened last night, and it began as a joy but as the hair got shorter and as he got quieter my anxiety began to rise steadily. Oh man, occasionally I would giggle and Rachel would laugh out loud making the whole ordeal much more of an ordeal! But it turned out just fine it seems because he still said goodbye and is still talking to me so not to shabby I would say.

June Series

Honestly Teaing Up for Something Rompingly like Art

I don't post terribly often but I have a few life moments I want to document. As someone great once told me, 

"You regret every picture you do not take." 

Well someone told it to someone who then told it to her which was then laughingly told to me.

So here a few treats of a few people I love dearly and have spent a good amount of time with lately! (Alas the Mexico pictures are lost to a very dead battery or else Rachel would be taking her odd bird debut most certainly.)

Isn't she adorable when she laughs? The cute one supposedly got deleted but I disagree.

#nofilternojoke

The artist himself.

Easton hates pictures of his feet, who knew?

There is just a odd cacophony of moments that grew into a flower that rained down the waters that just wet the earth today. Farewell for now!