While in Michigan, we met up with old friends and spent a couple hours sipping hot cocoa in an old downtown Starbucks and taking pics of these sweet little souls…

Jonah B has a voice!

…and little Mason has eyes that bore holes into your heart…like those kids on those “Sponsor a Child” commercials. Here’s my purse, Mason…you can have all my money.

…Cole, showing me how old he is, but I think I could could fetch a fortune selling this to US magazine…it’s Pax Jolie-Pitt shielding off the paparazzi.

…my nieces…upon asking them how much they loved their aunt….”THIS MUCH!” Wow!

…and who’s this cute widdle Blondie?

Did your eyes wander up to the new collage? Check out bottom right pic. Big sigh. I get a lump in my throat and welling tears every time I look at that. Could it be? Is she mine? Yup. That there dimpled piece of heaven…has my last name. my eyes. my heart and soul. (okay, Brett’s too). Go ahead…look at her. I get to wake up to that face every morning. How I got chosen to be her mama, I’ll never know…but I’m lovin’ it. Just had to add that. All done.

It’s not often a new song that comes out just rocks me to the core…I find myself hating pop culture music more and more and searching for the unknowns…but this new song…Rocks. My. World. Coldplay’s back, baby…loud and strong. Vivalavida!!! Seriously, I hear this song and I wanna go grand-theft-auto a tiny red convertible, find a stretch of palm-tree-ed speckled highway, crank up the volume…and drive. Hair in the wind. I feel like I’m in highschool again…and that’s sayin’ a lot for a sheltered homeschooled girl. But I won’t go stealin’ any cars…promise. (Emma…I picture you in the orchestra in the intro…your long brown curls whipping back and forth as your bow dances across your violin). Note to Self….play violin in next life.

Gotta go…music calls…(leaving room shakin’ it’ in my jammies…can you blow lap top speakers?)
“Dance with me, Lainey! Dance with yo’ mama!”
..enjoying the small things…like music.