And then Jacob's knee exploded because he ran a half marathon with me.

 
One of the dangers of dating a really quality human is that he might sacrifice his body to spend quality time with you.

Like: hardly train for a rather extended run, then decide to do it with you.

Then get really hurt on mile 11 or so.

Three cheers for finishing, Jacoboo!

 

I might add... we received "cutest couple award" from a water station officiator.

I mean... look at us.

 

 

Love, lavender, and IT bands,
Banana

To my mama

It's your birthday today, and I'm so glad you're my mama.

some thanks are in order. 

 

Thank you for reading to me from the womb.

Thank you for encouraging my "strong-willed"ness, but not my selfishness.

Thank you for loving God and your husband and your babies.
Thank you for being so beautiful, in lots of ways.

Thank you for marrying my daddy (with the tommy gun).

Thank you for making music and for making it a part of our lives.

Thank you for loving beautiful things and for teaching me that they're important.

Thank you for being at my plays and class parties and ballet recitals and parades and soccer games and girl scout meetings and pageants and concerts and letting (and sometimes making) me do all those things, but most of all, thank you for being on the edge of my bed when I crashed and cried and thought I couldn't do anything. You have always believed in me more than anyone has.  

And no one can soothe like you.

I'm sorry I'm not blonde (like you've always wanted me to be), but I know you love me anyway.

 

Thank you for being my

friend

confidant

cheerleader

role model

psychiatrist

life giver.

Thank you for being my mama.

Happy Birthday.

 

 

love, bosey

I just thought you should know...

...that I am in love.

in love, I say!

goo goo, gaga, lovey dovey love bird, jaw-dropping, cartoon heart eyes popping in love.

And it's so cool.