my little family

boyfriend picks me from the airport,

says he can verify that my car doesn't max out at 120mph and i give him a lecture that goes "you have a fiancé and you better think about her the next time you drive like vin diesel" 

and yet, here i sit

with apple and knife in hand

slice and eat, slice and eat, repeat. 

and i cut my finger once. 

aren't we all committers of dangerous acts? on airplane rides i pray

but drive the I-15 for seven hundred miles with my eyes nearly closed. 

love is a risk, and there is danger in the smallest things

and yet we condemn those with a thirst for the thrill that comes from

falling down a mountain's wall and catching on that last clip.

scraped knees and bruised hips are unnoticed against that feeling of raw, pure living. 

senior pictures

little brother not so little anymore.

senior pictures courtesy of Jen Wolff

“I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.”

-Zelda Fitzgerald

december 3rd

celebrating the Christmas season, friendship, and the birth of our dear shannon, who is her own special kind of light.

remembering my last trip to see the lights.

giving thanks for a happier life, full of light.