kendall and clint have been together from the beginning—the long haul, grow up together love you want to root for.

barefoot bike ride to the beach.

and they bought a house and there is light in every corner.

neath a large tree, branches spread out in comfort and welcome and respite and shade—a picnic. and for a time, though short it may be, there is nothing else.

up bright and early—clean clear december morning. so we went for a walk. and it was quite cold but very nice. that white winter sun finding everything.

the light was so thick and brushed out covering everything in gold and the boys ran around and chewed on grass and laughed and shouted and entertained us all.

and rowen, the soft light at the center of it all. we learned she really loves trees. and that ferry rides supply the best naps. and that when you’re with people you love things are easy.

precious important people to me. if you’ve been around long then you’ve seen them before.

my little sister’s best friend—became a dear friend, a treasure in my life.

i get that solid lump in my throat when i think about all of it.

we had the dustiest dreamiest creamiest sugar light that fell in thick drippy puddles. and then just like that, coastal fog crept its way through the valleys, a rare evening treat. a gift. and we screamed and laughed and played and named trees.