Sometimes when you stop for gas...  

You see things. Like pretty light and pretty trees.

And sometimes you have a husband with you... who happens to be a handy model. (With gorgeous eyes.)

And then he takes the camera from you... and you get this weird look on your face.

(Is that supposed to be a smile?)

But thankfully... your husband isn't shy.

And apparently...

Neither are your friends.

Because when you ask them to go outside and shoot... you get looks like this.

And when you ask them to be cute and silly...

And act all road-trippy...  (it's a new word!)

Well... then they do.

And then you decide...

Enough of them. Let's take some of all of us!

And so you do.

And when you leave... heaven agrees with you.

Road trips are no fun without pictures.

Happy Monday!!

While I was in Minneapolis with my husband (see some other adventures here and here and here and here and here), we went to visit his grandma.  

She had a stroke almost 20 years ago, and has never fully recovered.

She's lost a lot of her ability to hear and see clearly...

And she can't really use the whole left side of her body.

Seeing the care that each of her children gave her was so beautiful.... even just the little things, like feeding her a mango.

But isn't that how it's supposed to be?

Your parents take care of you when you're little... And then you take care of them when they're older?

I found myself humbled and sobered by this woman I'd never met.

This woman that welcomed me as her granddaughter... me, some strange white girl that she'd never seen before.

And as we sang her songs about heaven... she sang along.

Because she knows that she'll be home soon.

And somehow in that moment... I was comforted.

I won't be here forever.