Those beautiful days

I've made myself a task. To go through all of our old pictures and find some that are just amazing. So I'm starting with this one.

I think my parents are quite possibly the cutest thing on this whole planet. I can't help to look at old pictures, and then look at them now and marvel at how strong their love was and has always been. I wanna be just like them when i get married someday. They sure have a lovely thing. I wish i could live in that time. Everything was beautiful. The clothes (well..not including the first two years of their marriage ha) , the colors, the memories. This has definitely made me want to get out my old cameras and find film for them.


My second favorite pictures i found!

This is Beth Ann. Best friend then, best friend now.

I remember the first day she moved in across the street. We were about 3 and 4 and my sister threatened to not let me have a tea party with them, if i didn't go say hi. So i did of course. That was just the beginning of a beautiful friendship!

She always rode behind my tricycle to pick of the pink bucket that would always fall off the back haha. And even when i smashed her head in the car door, she forgave me. Our days consisted of a lot of bike riding. But only to "the bridge" and back. Once we got older we were of course allowed to go further. I came inside from a whole day of riding, and my mom figured it up, we rode 5 miles in just a few hours. We were machines! We were also the look outs for our club. We had a bucket of water guns ready, for any intruder that came our way.We've had millions of memories, and I'm happy to say we keep adding to it.