
and can i just say that i am the luckiest girl in the world. last week i had the chance to venture on down to lake powell and there is no place more beautiful than that one. i decided while there i am going to honeymoon there and possibly become a hermit and live there for summers until i am too leathery to be a part of civilization anymore. photographs are to come of the perfect time.
this week has been one of perfectness and i would not have it any other way coming back from the best place ever. sunday i was fortunate enough to take a midnight stroll and since then it has only been blissful.
helping strangers
registering for classes
sunset hugs
two beyond perfect sunsets
long chats with cousins
solo drives
temples
can life get any better? geez summer is too great for me
being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. it means that you have decided to look past the imperfections.