Now there's not much this born-and-raised Okie gal likes about living in the land of burnt orange, longhorns, and cowboy boots. But Texas, I've got to hand it to your beautiful fields of bluebonnets. You win. They're more lovely than a dozen jelly-filled donuts.
We found a little church near our house that had lots and lots of bluebonnets. Sawyer was an angel baby and worked the camera like a pro. (I tried to tell her that she has little chance of making it past her mamma's 5-foot stature, so not to get visions of runways in her head.)
Sometimes I can't believe she's really mine.
As my friend Kaysie puts it, my ovaries just burst.
I'm sure I said something truly hilarious.
The best a tripod and a self-timer could do to capture our little family. I'll take it.
She has my whole heart. Every stinkin' piece.
Oh hey there, blue eyes.
Her little toes just kill me. Kill me dead.