dressed in our best. walked to the neighbors. played fun games. ate yummy food. had lovely conversations. walked home. welcomed 2015 with hooting, hollering, and banging of pots and pans. in bed asleep by 12:15. new years bliss...
this year i am especially thankful for my mama. who took all my no’s, no thank you’s, negativity, i don’t want turkey, no visitors, no thanksgiving attitude and showed up. with her smile, my father, meals for days and her love. i was convinced this years thanksgiving would be a bust. she always comes thru for me. always
It seems as though our time is on one speed. Fast track to grown up. Not particularly a fan. If I could keep them young just a little bit longer I would. I honor of my itty bitty turning 8. I wrote you sweet Coco a lil ditty.
sweetest. dearest. moon beam. lover of all things. little environmentalist. future debate team president. kind hearted soul. jolly smiley child. i am blessed you are mine. you are outspoken. fair. level headed. joyous. you enjoy the finer things in life yet are happy with the littlest simplest of things. you love your family first and all your animals second. everything you do is a priority. you always do your best. you are inclusive to a fault. you never choose sides or nit pick. you are full of life and always smiling from the moment you awake. i enjoy watching you grow. i want to keep you young and in my back pocket forever. yet i’m excited to be by your side and be the one to wake with you each morning and watch you grow. you dream of being a fire girl and a chef. you love mangoes and your stuffy vanilla. you make sure to tell me that i am your sunshine. yet it is you and your sister who brought the sunshine into my life. i am one lucky mama. don’t ever change. you are always enough. just be you. always.
wowza. this place was both a dream and a complete nightmare at the same exact time. how could that be possible you ask? i say go, then we will have a convo about it. the road there was magic. windy roads for 14 miles. swaying to the left, swaying to the right. tight turns and hugging the left. truth be told i'm sure i was white knuckling it, and i wasn't even driving.
i had never heard the term devil winds until jalama. hot wind, hot fast wind. you get pelted so hard it makes your skin itch. luckily we had a motorhome & some board games. and when we tired of that we traveled next door to the other motorhome for a movie. the best part of the trip, other than being with my family was the jalama burger. if you are ever there i suggest you get one.
well hello gorgeous. that was my first thought when we arrived. while it had been many years since i've traveled up north to santa barbara, this was a first with my family. i'm wanting to return. like tomorrow. that would be heaven.
the weather was dreamy. as luck would have it there was a big ole' swell where we beached. the campground was clean & quiet. by far the best thing was just sitting at night staring at the sky, stars and the bigger than life milky way. the things you don't see when you live the city life. looking forward to another trip soon. missing that campfire smell.