What can I even say to explain what this day was like?
What words could possibly contain enough depth and meaning?
While I try to think of them, I just look at these images.
Then I look again.
I smile remembering the craziness.
I smile because when I am older and grayer, I will remember exactly how blessed we are.the van that wouldn't start.
Me, stranded, freaking out in my driveway, sweating, knowing that we were chasing daylight and Drew was at the secret location with no cell service.
Never more thankful for my neighbor with a questionable past, who was quick to come over, and ready to hotwire it. (It didn't happen... thankfully, but we were like a second away. Desperate times. Desperate measures.)
Until I opened it. Hello wet dogs and gallons of Febreze. Not information that was included in the ad.
ten years ago.
I will remember that through the craziness, that there is so much love, friendship, celebration, adventure and fun in our lives. None of it is perfect. But all of it is beautiful. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Drew is love, magic, calm, skillz, and beauty.
She captures our crazy. Our chaos. Our family.
She gives us gifts that we could never, ever, ever repay.
She stops time.
She celebrates moments.
She even shoots movies.
She is our favorite.
See all of the happy shots here.
Tell her she's rad.
Because she is so rad.