Apparently we take around 23,000 breaths a day. (More if you workout...so I'll add a thousand extra since I breath like an out-of-shape fool no matter what I do.)
All those breaths wrapped up in beautiful adventures. I'm thankful for all those breaths and all the memories with the friends.
A beautiful day to visit a country music exhibit.
The heifa avoids the camera like a Kardashian avoids anonymity.
I don't always see sheep, but when I do I think of best pal, Jenn.
I heart country music. Well some...not all. The good old stuff.
Think this might be Mark's first creeper, candid shot of me. I swooned.