the 4th

This year I went down to Jake's and hung out for the 4th. We went to the parade first where Kale collected candy from all of the cars and floats.

Then we went to the Delta Festival and listened to Jake's Dad and some other people speak, grabbed some food, and walked around the booths.

After that Jake's cousins were having a little party so we went over there to cool off and eat more (of course).

We headed back to the festival with all of the kids so they could do the "trout catching". It was so funny. Jake kept helping Kale try to catch them, so he would grab a big one and tell Kale to come over, but Kale would yell, "No! I want a little one!" Well, he ended up with a big one.

Later that night we went to the Demolition Derby and watched fireworks.

Such a fun day!

Happy 4th Everyone!

Cinco de Mayo!

One of my favorite holidays...why? because I love Mexican food, guacamole, parties for basically no reason, and holidays where you don't have to worry about presents! haha!

Brittney, her friend Kristin, and I went to La Casita (super yummy Mexican restaurant in Springville) for dinner and then over to her friends for a little fiesta.

Whitney, me, Brit, Kristin

Don't worry that apparently I have a baby here...?

St. Patrick's Day

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!

Happy V Day

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

XVII (I do not love you...)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- Pablo Neruda