This weekend, my parents decided they wanted to continue being the best parents ever and they flew me to California for the long holiday. It couldn't have been a more perfect time for me to come home. I've been up to my eyeballs in work and feeling like butter spread over too much bread (phrase credit to Bilbo Baggins). So when Friday came for me to fly home I was more than ready to pack my bags and just go. Here are some of my favorite moments.
Listening to this song on the way to the airport.
Looking through all the old family photos. This one is my favorite, taken when I "accidently" threw my jazz shoe at Paige when she refused to go to bed that one time I babysat. Such a loving sister right?
Stopping at Lucile's in Long Beach for dinner until the traffic passed.
After church on Sunday, we packed our bags and headed to the beach house. My absolute favorite place in the whole entire world... and that's an understatement.
Ohh... and I bought these shoes that I never wanted to take off.
A few details from around the beach.
Hanging around, watching movies, eating at our pizza place, running on the beach, and counting stars.
Paige and I took the beach cruiser for a spin down the street. Watching Paige try to ride a bike in heels was entertaining enough... and then trying to ride with her on the handlebars was even better.
Pops asked for a new profile picture, isn't he handsome? Paige didn't want to be left out.
Then we stopped for some dirty street tacos on my way back to the airport.
I love that we have places... like our taco place and our pizza place.
& here is the sun waving me goodbye.
It was just what I needed when I needed it. I love home. I never feel more myself then I do when I'm in California. I came feeling dry & tired and I left feeling full, happy, and ready to take on the world (or my homework). Thanks mom and pops :)
Until next time sun.