if saturdays are for getting your feet wet, then sundays are for plunging headfirst into the deep waters of enjoying the trillion little things that make up our happiness.

she wakes up earlier than the rest of the crew on sundays. and you couldn’t pay me to stay in bed…’cuz that’s our time. to quietly make a pot of coffee before we sneak out of the house for early morning adventures.

unshowered and baseball capped, coffee in hand, i drive…destination somewhat sketched in my mind but open for change.

…with a rearview mirror image of this:

and today’s early destination of this:

i love the beach in the morning. when the tidelines are fresh and the sand is settled and a new batch of shells has been delivered for the earlybirds to enjoy. and the true florida-lovers are out–a whole lot of them.

we were happy to be a part of it this morning and while the unpredictable waves made her a bit apprehensive to walk ankle-deep as i like…we settled for a dry walk in the sandhills. oh, there shall be many more of these mornings.

every one of them, of course, followed by donut indulgence.

where i leaned against the sunday paper stands with a fresh cup while she demolished a strawberry cream in just a few bites and some very sticky fingers.

and a trip to the library.
and then home to bask in sunshine and sprinkler water.

and homemade soup tonight.

sundays are delicious. just absolutely edible.

~k

every child has a color, they say.

and it isn’t so much what they look good in. it’s the color of them. the first color that comes to mind when you think of all that embodies your complex little little. (oh wait…it’s colour. yes, brit girl. it’s colour).

and i knew from day one that lainey was a yellow. strange really because, after ten days of hospitalized jaundice, yellow was the last color i wanted to see, and i forever joked that i’d never let her wear it because i would have done anything to see anything but yellow on her precious little skin.

but, as fate would have it, lainey is a yellow. it’s the color of her soul. it’s her personality. her name means sunshine, and every blessed drop of her essence is just so…yellow.

and being that sometimes when i’m bored, i design little kids’ rooms in my head…i have it all planned that when she gets an i’m-so-big bed (and actually sleeps in it), her big(ger) girl room will someday soon be yellow.

a buttery vintage shade of happiness like benjamin moore’s creme brulee or ralph lauren’s evocative sunlight

and a lovely coverlet like this one…

or this one…

and i will make little fabric bees that will happily dangle from the ceiling.

and i will frame pages from her beatrix potter books…

pages like this one…

(oh, jemima…she is a beaut)

or this one…

and we will hunt the thrift shops for old suitcases like this one to prop against the end of her bed holding treasures like baby dolls and dress up clothes.

and perhaps there will be a little pillow like this here ladybug one happily sitting on her bed…

and there will be pictures. lots of pictures. and crayon drawings. and watercolor kid paintings clothespinned to a gigham ribbon hanging from the wall. my grandma’s framed spoon and some battenburg lace somewhere. yes, battenburg lace. and books…lots of books. perhaps my russian nesting dolls will sit on her dresser along with the little madeline doll with marker on her face. and the old nubby teddy bear that used to be mine will welcome her from its perch on the bed.

i have it all planned out…it will be a happy place. …and it will be yellow.

oh, dreaming is so much fun.

~k

p.s. i think i’m a “red.”

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