Monday's Letter

Dear Monday, 

You let me sleep in this morning

 (I know, normally Saturday

let's people sleep in, but you're

 just good to me that way)...

You let me talk to my boyfriend

on the phone...

You gave me a great cup of coffee

that I could just sip, not have to

gulp down...

You've let me browse through

new recipes, be on pinterest,

read my favorite blogs...

it's not even noon and

it's already been a

sweet, and refreshing day.

Thank you. 

Sincerely, 

Libby 

P.S. Thank you for the hamburgers 

from Five Guys that my brother 

is walking through the door with:) 

*Thank you Open Spaces for this idea!
(prints courtesy of: sloeginfizz,

NatSmithIllustration,
thepairabirds) 

Lunch With Miss Margaret

Yesterday I had the pleasure of having lunch with Miss Margaret. 

Miss Margaret is my 61 year old friend.

She makes me laugh...a lot.

Example: 

Finding a place to eat yesterday

 she said, "Libby, I'll eat anywhere 

(besides the Olive Garden)

 as long as I know what my 

food was before it was killed."

She told me over lunch that

she use to love to watch boxing...

that one day she would like to go to Cuba...

and that she almost took her brand 

new Infiniti back to the dealership

because she couldn't figure out how

to start it with the new push button.

She said,"I asked for one with just a 

regular key, but they said, Ma'am  they 

don't come like that now." 

Thank you, Miss Margaret for being my friend. 

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive. - Anais Nin

(photos courtesy of: google)

Kitchen Daydreams

My schedule has been a little

 more busy recently but in 

my mind, you can find

 me daydreaming about 

farmer's markets, 

gardening, and

 trying these 

new recipes. 

Brown Butter Scallops in Jalapeno Walnut Sauce

Stone Fruit Sangria

Nectarine and Blue Cheese Salad

Plum and Mascarpone Pie

(photos courtesy of: tasty kitchen

& Bon Appétit)

Dear Scott and Rachael...

I remember you (Rachael) saying 

"Im not one of those brides who 

doesn't eat" as we were sitting eating

lunch (having already gone to the 

coffee shop earlier...we would later 

stop one more time for coffee:) 

I remember watching you get 

ready and you were so calm

I remember your father's face when

he saw you in your wedding gown

I remember your (Scott) face when you saw

Rachael walking towards you

I remember feeling how much you

loved your families and how you 

expressed that to them during the 

reception

I remember watching the groomsmen

decorating your getaway truck:) 

And I remember after you left, 

thinking "that was an amazing,

and beautiful wedding" 

Happy 2nd Anniversary my friends~

(photos courtesy of:kristenmarie)

Turning Page (Sleeping at Last)

*I love when I find a song

that I can listen to over 

and over again...

this is one of those songs. 

i've waited a hundred years.but i'd wait a million more for you. nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do
if i had only felt the warmth within your touch, if i had only seen how you smile when you blush,or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,i would have known what i've been living for all along.

your love is my turning page,where only the sweetest words remain.every kiss is a cursive line,every touch is a redefining phrase.

i surrender who i've been for who you are, for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.if i had only felt how it feels to be yours,well, i would have known what I've been living for all along.what i've been living for.
though we're tethered to the story we must tell,when i saw you, well, i knew we'd tell it well.with a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.

(song courtesy of:sleepingatlast) 

Dancing

Sitting in downtown Portland (seems a lifetime ago) 

at the bus stop, I sat next to a gentleman, holding a cane. 

At first, he said nothing, and then he asked me where I 

was from. He told me how he had met his wife in Japan.

 He told me they had a daughter (who was all grown up

now, and a lawyer). He told me that his wife had been a

 ballerina, and he told me that when his daughter was 

little, he would dance with her by having her stand on

top of his feet. I love that story for many reasons, one of

them being it was about dance. I'm not a dancer (except

alone in my room, but please don't tell anyone) but I love 

almost everything about dance. I still remember coming

 home to be in a friend's wedding, and during the reception, 

I was able to get my dad to dance one song with me...

it made me so happy!  

“A smile is a dance of the face but a dance is a smile of the body.” 

~Jerry Goodbar

"You better slow down. 

Don't dance so fast. 

Time is short. 

The music won't last."

(photos courtesy of: weheartit)

Returning

Last week I returned

 from my va·ca·tion.

Everything I hoped
 it would be, it was,
and even more.

I saw my family,
ate great food,

played games,

stayed up late,
laughed...A LOT,
went swimming, 

and best of all...

spent time with

 best friends.

(photos by: me) 

va·ca·tion

1. a respite or a time of respite from something

2. a scheduled period during which activity is suspended

My definition:

1. a time spent with family & friends 

2. a time of rest

3. a time to laugh, watch movies, 

eat amazing food

4. a time that will make me 

smile later on because it was

just that special. 

To my wonderful readers: 

I hope you are enjoying, or

will soon be enjoying your 

own vacation.

I will share with you all 

about my adventures 

when I return home. 

(photos courtesy of: weheartit.com)