Because it's raining change

Coming home to a clean house after a long day of work

A bible study that just feels right

Exciting news

The vulnerable words of a friend 

Generous friends

Breakfast at the farmer's market

The best gelato I've tasted outside of Italy

Being able to say the statement above

Warmth and humidity at the beach (I know, I'm crazy)

Spending time with my in-laws 

Jeremiah's good ideas

Someone to cover my nursery shift while we're in Austin

New babies 

Music that reminds me of an awesome vacation

Pineapple iced tea with a citrus muffin

Stretching and growing

Feeling happy for people I don't even know 

Nordstrom Cafe's tomato bisque

A successful (and quick) shopping errand

An unexpected discount

Uninterrupted sunshine

A borrowed book

Spontaneous beach nights

Cuddling during beautiful sunsets

Tears. 

Staying up past my bedtime

Familiar faces

Praying with my co-worker this morning

Rubio's Test Kitchen

Family

I'm rich.

Little Letters

Dear Raccoon Eyes, Every summer I pray is the last summer of raccoon eyes but it just never works out that way. Here's to 6 months of looking like I'm wearing sunglasses 24/7.

Dear Italy, sweet Italy.. #yesplease. I know Lyssie and Jeremiah were ready to come home, but I just didn't feel that way at all. I could spend weeks walking your cobblestone and ivy streets, eating your absolutely delicious food and listening to your beautiful language. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Dear Motivation, are you still on vacation? Yup, thought so.

Dear Matt + Lindsay, I love that you're in San Diego. What. a. treat.

Dear Padres, you still suck. We support you anyway, but just so you know... it gets a little annoying when you consistently suck so bad. Maybe the All-Star break will do you a little good.

Dear Littles, I must confess I sometimes scribble your potential names all over my notebook the way my 17-year old self used to doodle Jessica McLeod.

Dear Italy, did I mention I miss you? Yup, just checking.

Dear Jordanna, good luck at your new job my dear friend. You are going to rock it like whoa and the Lord is going to grow you in ways you never thought possible. What a blessing you'll be to all the people you'll work with.

Dear July, you are one heck of a busy month around our neck of the woods. You make it really hard to find rest in this crazy world when you're filled with so many glorious things.

Dear GVC, it sure felt like coming home on Sunday morning. God's presence was undeniable.

Dear Blogging, I just can't figure you at. I'm wrestling with what to do with you these days. I must, I must, I must count my pennies. And at the same time, I long to live the disconnected, offline life.

... and to my best friend, how stinkin' lucky can one girl be. Thank you for switching with me on the off chance that I venture out and order something awful. You're constantly challenging me to put others before myself. Humbling.