Pawnee Lake

On Tuesday it was hot. Really hot. My friend Renee, in a moment of brilliance, decided to lead a mass exodus out of hot-ville to Pawnee Lake. It was a great plan. Might I recommend that we do it again? Addison came along, sporting her lime green bathing suite and a slightly ridiculous hair style (which she of course pulled off). Summer, friends. Its summer.

Father Davy

Yesterday was Father's Day. Ben and I continued the tradition of giving Cabot cheese to our fathers. And for the second time, Ben Davy celebrated father's day. I told him this - there are few things that make me fall in love with him all over again more than seeing him interact with Addison. He's just great with her. She knows that he loves being with her. She laughs so freely with him. He can make her a giggling rowdy mess in seconds. He can calm her. Ben prays over her, he cares about her heart growing in safety and love, he is strangely oblivious to pacifier germs. So, because Addison can't say it or write it yet in crayon, I will. Happy Father's Day, Ben. Being a father is just a magnifying glass of the heart to shelter and serve that you have always had. We love you.

regresando

I decided that I simply HAD to post. Ben put up some great photos of our Mexico trip on Addison's blog so you should check it out. And in case you've ever just ached to make your own kazoo, check out this video:



We are going to try to make these at the mission tomorrow. I might even try to find a red sweater. . .