the latest reunion

barrel racing.

adjusting the straps. the shortest setting wasn't short enough.



My gramma hovering over my dad, insisting that we talk about her ancestors when we were talking about my grampa's ancestors


good cousin times. Love them!

Transition Summer

This summer has been filled with transitions:
coming home from NZ
overcoming jetlag
a new ward
not living with single ladies
living with parents
looking for a job lifestyle
getting a job. which required a:
new sleeping schedule.
quitting that job after a couple months
new sleeping schedule
new ward because fall housing didn't work out
living with parents...always a transition
starting student teaching next week
the student teaching lifestyle...to be experienced.
I wish there was some kind of love transition in here too. I'll pretend there was.