always love

Jun 01

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4 favorite Instagram photos - tagged by @meagancolumbia - Michael getting his haircut, loverbee and I, CHOMPAS❤, Bayley-Boo - I tag @sarandipitousilly @clarityincurls @theatmosphere (Taken with instagram)

I’ve fallen in love.

(via stilledliife)

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johnnylloydrollins:

My old copy of 1971 life magazine. Disney world opening.

Ah, the happiest place on earth.

Mr. Assistant Face

Babes called me today with such great news! My heart leaped the moment he’d said, “Guess what?” in a way I knew he’d been smiling on the other line. Not only was he finally offered the assistant position, but apparently his immediate district manager had to make a lot of calls and go out of his way to talk to the higher-higher ups to ensure Michael got the pay he wanted, and deserved. I’m so proud, and so happy for him. As our conversation continued and I attempted to focus on the topic at hand, I found my thoughts kept drifting back to his promotion. He’s worked so hard, and has been through a lot of emotional strain these past couple months. Despite everything working against him, he continued to work optimally, waited patiently for his opportunity to swoop on in, and snatched it right up when it came, wooing all kinds of managers throughout the process. What amazes me about him is his confidence (confidence I lack, and admire the world in him), and his ability to adapt and ore through strong, stressful currents. He’s a pro at keeping his cool under pressure, and he CARES about his coworkers. Cashiers respect him, and he’s able to motivate the night stocking crew, but not at all in a demeaning manner… he’s told me they crack jokes together all the time. Even our store manager respects him, enough to where he feels comfortable expressing his opinion when he feels that something could be done better. He’s not intimidated by anybody, because of what I believe is his good nature. He’s a natural when it comes to emotion, and conversing with people. He’s always got the right thing to say, and even if it may not be what a person wants to hear, he’ll convey it in an unoffensive way. He’s eased his way into a heated dispute between two upper managers before, to the point where they stopped yelling at each other, and just laughed. It’s all these things, it’s why I know, without a doubt, he’s going to excel in this new position, and do such wonderful things for this company… well, continue to. I’m so excited for him!! So incredibly excited for him!

Memorial Day 2012

This morning I’d woken up long before my alarm rung, but that’s typical these days. I’m not sure what’s been with me lately, but my head hasn’t been the most pleasant place to be. Despite my mood, my sleepiness, and the sadness I’d been feeling, I was really looking forward to spending the day with not only my parents, but my Grandma, who I haven’t got to spend quality time with for quite some time now.

Come time breakfast, mommy was kind enough to share her blueberries with me. I was surprised, after our little grocery store outing yesterday. Because of her, I’m one of THOSE customers that checks the fastenings on every loaf of bread, the numbers inked on every last milk carton, ensuring I snatch the latest expiration date possible. It’s even worse with fruit. I love me my fruit, and could spend minutes hovering over the apples, selecting the ones I deem are in the best shape. Me no like bruises. Anyways, Giant had a buy one get one free blueberry special going on, and my mom agreed to go halfsies with me. We’d both spent a decent amount of time selecting our batch, and before we’d placed them in the cart, I took a good look at hers. “Okay, I’ll remember yours as the one containing the blueberry with that giant ugly green spec on the bottom.” She snatched that container back from me so fast, doubting and simultaneously double checking my accusation, before placing it back down again and finding herself some new ones. As she did this, I playfully threatened to take out a pen and initial mine BB. I lost it. But even after this evil little episode of mine, my mother still offered me some of her blueberries to throw in my corn flakes this morning, so I could save my full package for when I went back to school. BEST MOM EVER.

Shortly after 9, I’d heard a playful, rhythmic knock at the front door. I went to greet my sweet Grandma, and instantaneously my mood escalated. Her sweetness and good nature constantly orbits around and radiates from her, and it’d be impossible for anyone not to feel it when in her presence.

After we’d finished loading up the car, off we headed to Colonial Beach! It wasn’t too awful of a drive (less than a hour), and as Michael had reminded me yesterday, it was where him, his family and I had went fishing together last summer.

There wasn’t much sand around, but a blanket thrown atop the rocks served me just fine. I didn’t last too long laying out, scared into hiding under the umbrella with the rest of the gang when little baby blisters started appearing on my skin. Despite their presence, I honestly didn’t burn today, which made me happy.

My mom had prepared Egg salad sandwiches, pasta salad, and boatloads of watermelon for us to munch on for lunch. All such refreshing, tasty, summer foods. After we’d finished eating, we played a game of Skipbo, which, not to brag or anything, that I’D WON. My mother’s quite the little competitor, and she’d manipulated my Grandma into thinking I’d called her a loser, when really such names were targeted at her and my stepdad. I consider them one. Such goobers, the two of them.

Though pretty hot, the few hours we’d spend on that ‘beach’ together, I cherished and truly enjoyed. The feeling of summer hit me full force. The love and appreciation I have for my family consumed my mind at the time, which was nice.

About a half hour before we’d left, the cutest couple had come and settled themselves down not too far in front of us. She was pregnant, my mom pegging around seven months. As she arranged their towels over the rocks, he had gone to fetch the cooler. When he’d gotten back, she slabbed boatloads of sun protection all over his back, neck, up and around his ears, as he raised his arms and smiled… and I don’t know, but something about this image really tickled my heart. Once they’d finished, they walked down to the water together. He lifted up his hand for her to grab, as she inched her way in the water, immersing her belly. From afar I heard their laughs as they splashed around, which made me happy. They made their way back up to their towels not too long afterwards, and as he laid on his back, she was on her knees, throwing up her hair. As she slowly stretched out her arms to get down on the towel, he carefully rolled up her swimsuit top that had been draping her belly, so that her tum was exposed. This too, made me smile.

Shortly afterwards, we’d had all our belongings packed up and were on the road home. We’d made a pitstop at Carl’s though, which really hit the spot. I spoiled my tastebuds with a strawberry cone… actually, scratch that. My Grandma spoiled my tastebuds, treating all us kids to ice cream. Yes, I consider my mother and sweet ‘ole Larebear children, in the most respectable way possible.