Warm San Diego Sun

Last week, we got back from a trip to visit Mike's family in San Diego. Per usual, we had an amazing time. We went to the tide pools for the first time and Jude saw two starfish and held one. I held it too, and felt secretly thrilled in my heart to hold such a strange thing.

We met up with Mike's law school buds, Kristina and Andreas, and they went surfing.

I stayed on shore and kissed Bubbers and played with Jude. We collected all kinds of shells (broken or whole) and Jude tried to collect a bunch of seaweed and weird sea things as well. That didn't last.

We also touched sea anemones. They have sticky, purply-green tentacles. My brother, Britt, came to San Diego too and while he was at the tide pools, he accidentally dropped a sea snail into the clutches of the anemone, much to the horror of all bystanders. (He he he)

Jude ate sand. That didn't last long.

Mike surfed. This one is for me. You may also look at it if you can contain your swoons.

Bubbers smiled. And his blue eyes sparkled.

Anne came along and took pictures with her sweet camera and played with the boys. We miss having her living close to us.

Britt fulfilled a bucket list dream and learned to surf. He did amazingly. He got up several times and even rode an unbroken wave. Contain your swoons, ladies, contain those sighs.

The Last Bit

This one time, Mike had a birthday...(we'll not mention that is was over a month ago...)

And we were so full from dinner that nobody ate the cake. We just lit it on fire and watched it burn.

And then this last weekend, we went to San Diego (a thinly veiled excuse for Mike to surf before the baby comes and law school starts). And we went to a wedding. And Mike sat by his momma.

And there was good food. And Anne. And Bruce. And Sabrina who took pictures. And Joe. And Karen. And Amy who went to get cheesecake. And Mike.

And Chris and Tish loved one another.

And there was much surfing. MUCH much surfing. And despite Mike's desire for his son to surf in the womb, I did not brave the waves.

Instead, I pretended to read (while really trying to spot Mike riding the waves), and pushed my toes into the sand, and felt the lovely ocean breeze. The other times he surfed, I helped Karen with flowers for the wedding, lusted after the items we found at the farmers market (oh, the juiciness of the Valencia orange...yes please!), went baby shopping and worked.

One more: Karen's little red Vespa

Yeah, it's a pretty hot little number...