Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Carl Fredricksen had it right.

Sometimes I feel like we, as people, missed the mark when we chose our "preferred" mode of transportation.

 

"The best way of travel...if you aren't in any hurry at all, if you don't care where you are going, if you don't like to use your legs, if you don't want to be annoyed at all by any choice of directions, is in a balloon. In a balloon, you can decide only when to start, and usually when to stop. The rest is left entirely to nature."

— William Pene du Bois, The Twenty-one Balloons. 

Sunday, March 25, 2012

I like him best.

It's nice to be with someone I love so dearly.
I know this may seem like a hand-to-head moment for most of you, but I don't know. I haven't always been with people I was so crazy about and honestly, I think a lot of people aren't. I think sometimes "easy" overrides "best" [or even "good" in some cases]. 

Now I get it though. 
Because now, I can walk through stores and malls and banks and look around at all the fine male prototypes that are out there, take a step back, and be reminded yet again that I really do like him better. I like him better than Robert Downey Jr as Sherlock Holmes [which is tough, as I'm sure you know]. I like him better than the guy at the bank who tries to talk sports with me every time I deposit a check. I like him better than the landscaper trying to get my attention as I walked the little boy I nanny last week. I like him better than your boyfriend [no offense]. I even like him better than fresh raspberries and chocolate cake donuts. 

I'm just saying, we went to a Suns game the other day and there wasn't a single soul there that I would have preferred to be going home with than this boy right here.

His air of caution, his slipper-limp, the way he wears his shirts inside out. There's just no one else that I could be so damn happy with!

I just really, truly like him best!
[And that's just not something that I think everyone, can say.]

It's [not] always sunny...

We woke up to this about a week ago.

Definitely not something we're used to seeing in Arizona, but as it turns out, our backyard would look pretty darn gorgeous if we lived in a snowy climate. There's just something romantic about a pure white chill like this. Even so, once these little hail-balls melted it jumped back up to 80 in about 36 hours and this week we're laying out and taking quick dips in the pool. Little bit of a relief. I'm afraid I'm a warm weather lover after all!

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Mr. Sun.

 
Watching the light fall beneath the horizon and wondering who's watching it rise above.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

It's like we're living as guests to the wind.

I've always had a thing for these windy days. Something about knowing that the same breeze blowing through my hair right now, could have been whipping in between the legs of the surfers on Huntington Beach. Or maybe wrapping a scarf even tighter around a girl having coffee in Manhattan. Or who knows, it could have even snatched the napkin out of the hand of a gentleman in riding boots as he tried to wipe biscotti crumbs off of his face in Milan.

You just never know. 
Homemade tomato soup for dinner. Levi's favorite and what better thing to do on a brisk evening like this than to fill the house with the sweet smell of roasting veggies. Oh this life is just such a treat.