The question is…

…is Lucy the spaghetti monster, or does she think the spaghetti is a monster? Further study will be required, I think, to make a final determination.
The question is…

…is Lucy the spaghetti monster, or does she think the spaghetti is a monster? Further study will be required, I think, to make a final determination.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little girl named Lucy.

Lucy was very smart and brave, and also very curious. She loved to explore, and to play with her best friend, Merlin the Magic Cat.

Lucy did not love to nap. Every day after lunch, Mama and Lucy would sit down in a quiet room and cuddle, and Mama would sing lullabies. But Lucy did not want to fall asleep.
She only wanted to play and play.

And play and play and play and play and play and play and play.

Lucy could play for hours and just not get tired.

And play and play and play and play and play and…

Everyone has to sleep, silly Lucy.
Y’all…

This beautiful, silly, clever kid. Oh, my heart. 😊
(Also, about ten minutes after this photo was taken, she broke Graham’s phone. LOL.)
I’m a mountain person.

Always have been.
Graham grew up by the water, and spent pretty much every summer day of his entire childhood on the sand. He’s the first person I’ve ever met who actually lived at the beach.
Before we got together, I think I’d visited the beach, like, five times, maybe?
All of that to say, the beach was never a huge part of my life, and it’s taken some getting used to.

It’s silly, I know, to say something like that. Lots of people love the beach – they visit every year, they make plans to retire there, they dream of owning a house and staying in it as often as they can. And I totally get it! It’s just never been my thing.
But y’all, sometimes, you gotta get over yourself.
And in this case, you is me. I am you. Because, as it turns out, Lucy loves the beach.

She’s a little intimidated by the all that sand and water, sure, but she’s a fan. Graham is elated. 😊 And me?
Well, I guess I’m finally, slowly, and for the best reason ever, becoming a beach person.
Picture this:
You spend your whole life
learning to say no.
And then:
A small human
who looks like you
comes along,
and all that practice?
Yeah, it’s gone.
Out the window.
With the wind.
And you find:
You don’t even care.
Because, truly, who could
say no to that face?

Summer around here is watermelon season.

Lucy approves.
…when we do it together.

These two, y’all. I’ve never seen two creatures more determined to be best friends.
If I could tell you one thing
it would be this:
Don’t wish away your precious time
thinking of easier days and free minutes,
dreaming of fewer obligations
and less stress.
Because the truth is,
there is no less.
There’s only be and do.
There’s only now,
and here,
and being on the swing
with you.
“…then you didn’t say no, Mama.”

Guess I’d better get used to this, huh? (But honestly, it’s fine. Everything in that drawer is plastic. At least, it is now. 😉)
Behold!
A declaration (not so bold):
This girl is
a queen
with or without
a crown.
(But truth be told –
and certainly as seen –
a little
decoration
never hurt anyone,
and is quite clearly
very fun.)