Taking more advice from my best friend, Laura, I decided to look into getting some professional photos taken of me in my pregnant state to commemorate my big, ol' belly.
I was going to contact the photog that did the pictures for my wedding. Will Kerner did a great job, but hauling all the way out to Charlottesville for what could be a 30min photo shoot didn't really seem worth it.
Turns out, however, that the photographer who did the pictures for the Hack-Clifton Wedding we attended last month is based in Richmond. Perfect! So I sent her an email and had a meeting with Mel Worthington last week to see what kind of work she does for maternity shots. I was pre-sold going into the meeting after checking out Kelly & John's pictures, as well as other pictures from her website: http://www.worthington-photography.com/
Mel brought some samples of books and albums for me to peruse while we chatted over coffee. Most of her shots are in black and white (which I prefer) and she likes to do the photo shoot in your home. Using the natural lighting in your house, plus being able to take pictures of the nursery and how the home is changing to make room for the baby, adds not only a personal and intimate feel to the photos but also an element of warmth, Mel said. Cool--no harsh studio lighting.
I was very impressed with her work, and her pricing was very reasonable (take note fellow preggos). I signed up for a package of portraits--1 "bellie" session and 5 baby sessions that will be taken throughout Baby Girl's first year. Mel said she typically likes to take the first baby session around 2 weeks and then at "developmental milestones" after that (i.e. when they can smile, when the baby is sitting up, etc.)
My bellie shots are scheduled for July 30th--I'll be sure to keep you all in the loop when they're ready.
And Baby Girl, you better start voguing now. You've got 11 weeks till your first photo shoot and I expect you to shine!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Funny Encounter at the Grocery Store
I do most of my grocery shopping at this locally-owned chained called Ukrop's. Yes, it's a bit pricier than Kroger or Food Lion, but there are perks. Besides being cleaner, having a better selection and fresher foods, the best part is that no matter how few bags you have, they always take your bags to your car. You could go in and buy a stick of gum and they'd still insist on carrying it to your car, sans tip, I might add.
Yeah, Corey and I were a bit blown away by this when we first moved from New York to Richmond and shopped at the 'krops. Here we were fumbling for a $5 bill while this little acne-faced teenager loaded up our SUV, and when Corey reached out to offer the money, they refused!
"We're not allowed to accept tips, but thank you."
At the time, I remember looking at Corey and thinking, "We're not in Kansas anymore."
But now, if those little buggers don't hop to it with a skip and a jump, I complain to management. Just kidding.
So on with my story.
As usual, I'm checking out and instead of your typical teenager wheeling my cart, it was this little Asian man named Lam. He probably weighed 85lbs soaking wet and had bifocals as thick as a deck of cards. But he certainly took pride in his job. This guy drove my cart with such determination and purpose, not slowing down for an instant in the heavy Saturday afternoon shopping traffic that was filing thru the store.
And he led the way, which was funny. I thought, "How does this guy know where I parked?" Usually, the customer walks in front of the "pusher" but not Lam.
We get outside, and I point to the aisle where I parked--Bagel Boulevard. (Don't you hate those stupid names of the parking aisles? Who comes up with that crap?) I tried to make some idle conversation but all I got was a yellow-toothed smile and a nod in response to "How are you?," "Nice weather," and "Have you been busy today?"
We approach the 4runner and Lam's face lights up when he sees our UVA license plate.
"Go 'hoos! Go 'hoos!" he says, while pumping his fist in the air.
Surprised by this reaction, I hesitantly smiled back and responded in kind.
He then points at my stomach and says, "Wahoo, sometime? Yes?"
I decided not to launch into the fact that not only is Baby Girl a double legacy, but her father was both a Jefferson Scholar and an Echols Scholar. Plus, she has 2 uncles that are UVA grads. So, as long as she spells her name right on the SATs, she'll surely be admitted to The University. Duh.
Instead I said, "Maybe, we'll see if she wants to go to UVA. But that's a long ways away."
"Oh. No Tech. No Tech. No good." Lam advises, shaking a finger.
"I know. Tech sucks!"
He loads my bags and with one last "Go 'hoos!" and a fist pump, Lam was making a beeline back to the grocery store for his next delivery.
I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh. This guy probably has a 50-word English vocabulary, and that's being generous, yet he knew "Go 'hoos" and "No Tech."
Pretty funny.
Yeah, Corey and I were a bit blown away by this when we first moved from New York to Richmond and shopped at the 'krops. Here we were fumbling for a $5 bill while this little acne-faced teenager loaded up our SUV, and when Corey reached out to offer the money, they refused!
"We're not allowed to accept tips, but thank you."
At the time, I remember looking at Corey and thinking, "We're not in Kansas anymore."
But now, if those little buggers don't hop to it with a skip and a jump, I complain to management. Just kidding.
So on with my story.
As usual, I'm checking out and instead of your typical teenager wheeling my cart, it was this little Asian man named Lam. He probably weighed 85lbs soaking wet and had bifocals as thick as a deck of cards. But he certainly took pride in his job. This guy drove my cart with such determination and purpose, not slowing down for an instant in the heavy Saturday afternoon shopping traffic that was filing thru the store.
And he led the way, which was funny. I thought, "How does this guy know where I parked?" Usually, the customer walks in front of the "pusher" but not Lam.
We get outside, and I point to the aisle where I parked--Bagel Boulevard. (Don't you hate those stupid names of the parking aisles? Who comes up with that crap?) I tried to make some idle conversation but all I got was a yellow-toothed smile and a nod in response to "How are you?," "Nice weather," and "Have you been busy today?"
We approach the 4runner and Lam's face lights up when he sees our UVA license plate.
"Go 'hoos! Go 'hoos!" he says, while pumping his fist in the air.
Surprised by this reaction, I hesitantly smiled back and responded in kind.
He then points at my stomach and says, "Wahoo, sometime? Yes?"
I decided not to launch into the fact that not only is Baby Girl a double legacy, but her father was both a Jefferson Scholar and an Echols Scholar. Plus, she has 2 uncles that are UVA grads. So, as long as she spells her name right on the SATs, she'll surely be admitted to The University. Duh.
Instead I said, "Maybe, we'll see if she wants to go to UVA. But that's a long ways away."
"Oh. No Tech. No Tech. No good." Lam advises, shaking a finger.
"I know. Tech sucks!"
He loads my bags and with one last "Go 'hoos!" and a fist pump, Lam was making a beeline back to the grocery store for his next delivery.
I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh. This guy probably has a 50-word English vocabulary, and that's being generous, yet he knew "Go 'hoos" and "No Tech."
Pretty funny.
Monday, June 23, 2008
28-week Appointment
The day after getting back from California, I had my 28-week appointment with Doc.
I checked in, and was then sent straight back to the lab for the glucose test where a seemingly nice nurse gave me the grossest concoction ever created.
"Oh, good morning, Ms. Benjamin," she says with a smile. "How are you today? Please have a seat and we'll call you in after we finish mixing your poison."
I thought it wouldn't be that bad. Afterall, it looked and smelled like fruit punch. But this 6oz styrofoam cup held what tasted like cherry Jagermeister. I thought I was going to puke trying to get it all down.
They're smart at the lab, too-- they watch and make sure you drink that whole cup. There's no getting out of it. Oh, and did I mention there's no chaser? Yeah, you have to drink this crap and you can't have even the tiniest sip of water to rinse your mouth of its residue. Blech!
Anyway, I sat for about 20min in Doc's waiting room, and then they called me back for the usual urine sample, weigh-in and blood pressure check. All was good with the vitals, so the nurse slimed me with gel and then we listened to Baby Girl's heartbeat. Boy, was it loud this time! Strong and at a healthy pace. Just perfect.
A few minutes later, Doc came in with his usual grin, shook my hand, and asked how I was doing.
"All good in the 'hood, Doc," I said.
He just laughed. "That's it??"
I feel bad complaining about anything because I feel like I'm stretching to find something to report to him. I've been so lucky with this pregnancy-- it's all been a breeze. But, if I don't say anything, then Doc probably thinks I'm a moron and just not paying attention to my body. So I told him about the leg cramps I'd been having on occasion.
I've read it's very common to wake up and have a stiff lower leg, and Doc confirmed this. It can be due to carrying additional weight, slow circulation or swelling with hot weather. Doc explained that there's really nothing you can do to prevent it but that stretching, increased fluids and exercise may help. I said I was doing all those things except the stretching, and sure enough, with a few moves to stretch out my calves, no more cramps. Doc is a genius!
We moved on, and Doc measured "the height of the fundus," or the distance from my pubic bone to the top of my belly. I was 29.5cm-- again, a little ahead of where most people are at 28 weeks but Doc still didn't want to move my due date. He said he's just setting expectations--he'd rather have me prepared for an early September birth and be happily surprised with an August arrival, rather than the other way around.
With that, I asked Doc about his travel plans for the summer:
Me: "You know you're not allowed to go anywhere from mid-August to early September, right? I mean, Doc, I know you love tennis and the U.S. Open is usually in that timeframe up in New York, and I want to make sure you're staying put in Richmond."
Doc: (Chuckling) "You're sweet. But actually, we are planning to go to the beach for a week in August. I should probably be back by the 20th or so, I think, but yes, I do have some vacation coming up."
Me: "I can wait till the 20th. I'll hold it if I have to. But that's it, right?"
We had a few more minutes, and since Doc didn't spend them calling his wife to reschedule their trip, I figured I'd ask him about this so-called "birth plan" I'm supposed to create:
Me: "So, I've been reading a lot about how I should have a birth plan so that the staff at the hospital knows exactly how I want things to go down. Honestly Doc, there's nothing in my plan besides 1). Give me drugs and 2). Get the baby out as safely as possible. What am I missing?"
Doc: (Again, laughing) "You're absolutely right. You know, so many people have these elaborate plans and really, I feel that they're just setting themselves up for disappointment. We don't know how labor and delivery is going to go, so to create some elaborate plan is really silly. There could be an emergency situation and we just have to act according to best medical practices than according to your plan. Now, you should think about things like drugs..."
Me: (interrupting) "Yes, I want the drugs."
Doc: "Yes, I'm well aware. But also think about whether or not you want your husband to cut the cord, if you'd like to breastfeed... things like that."
Okay, so Corey and I have some homework to do on this birth plan. Does "TV in room must tune into ESPN" count, I wonder?
Anyway, that was it for me and Doc, and then I had to go back down to the lab for bloodwork. I should know the results from the glucose test this week. Hopefully, I passed-- don't want to drink that stuff again! Keep your fingers crossed for me.
I checked in, and was then sent straight back to the lab for the glucose test where a seemingly nice nurse gave me the grossest concoction ever created.
"Oh, good morning, Ms. Benjamin," she says with a smile. "How are you today? Please have a seat and we'll call you in after we finish mixing your poison."
I thought it wouldn't be that bad. Afterall, it looked and smelled like fruit punch. But this 6oz styrofoam cup held what tasted like cherry Jagermeister. I thought I was going to puke trying to get it all down.
They're smart at the lab, too-- they watch and make sure you drink that whole cup. There's no getting out of it. Oh, and did I mention there's no chaser? Yeah, you have to drink this crap and you can't have even the tiniest sip of water to rinse your mouth of its residue. Blech!
Anyway, I sat for about 20min in Doc's waiting room, and then they called me back for the usual urine sample, weigh-in and blood pressure check. All was good with the vitals, so the nurse slimed me with gel and then we listened to Baby Girl's heartbeat. Boy, was it loud this time! Strong and at a healthy pace. Just perfect.
A few minutes later, Doc came in with his usual grin, shook my hand, and asked how I was doing.
"All good in the 'hood, Doc," I said.
He just laughed. "That's it??"
I feel bad complaining about anything because I feel like I'm stretching to find something to report to him. I've been so lucky with this pregnancy-- it's all been a breeze. But, if I don't say anything, then Doc probably thinks I'm a moron and just not paying attention to my body. So I told him about the leg cramps I'd been having on occasion.
I've read it's very common to wake up and have a stiff lower leg, and Doc confirmed this. It can be due to carrying additional weight, slow circulation or swelling with hot weather. Doc explained that there's really nothing you can do to prevent it but that stretching, increased fluids and exercise may help. I said I was doing all those things except the stretching, and sure enough, with a few moves to stretch out my calves, no more cramps. Doc is a genius!
We moved on, and Doc measured "the height of the fundus," or the distance from my pubic bone to the top of my belly. I was 29.5cm-- again, a little ahead of where most people are at 28 weeks but Doc still didn't want to move my due date. He said he's just setting expectations--he'd rather have me prepared for an early September birth and be happily surprised with an August arrival, rather than the other way around.
With that, I asked Doc about his travel plans for the summer:
Me: "You know you're not allowed to go anywhere from mid-August to early September, right? I mean, Doc, I know you love tennis and the U.S. Open is usually in that timeframe up in New York, and I want to make sure you're staying put in Richmond."
Doc: (Chuckling) "You're sweet. But actually, we are planning to go to the beach for a week in August. I should probably be back by the 20th or so, I think, but yes, I do have some vacation coming up."
Me: "I can wait till the 20th. I'll hold it if I have to. But that's it, right?"
We had a few more minutes, and since Doc didn't spend them calling his wife to reschedule their trip, I figured I'd ask him about this so-called "birth plan" I'm supposed to create:
Me: "So, I've been reading a lot about how I should have a birth plan so that the staff at the hospital knows exactly how I want things to go down. Honestly Doc, there's nothing in my plan besides 1). Give me drugs and 2). Get the baby out as safely as possible. What am I missing?"
Doc: (Again, laughing) "You're absolutely right. You know, so many people have these elaborate plans and really, I feel that they're just setting themselves up for disappointment. We don't know how labor and delivery is going to go, so to create some elaborate plan is really silly. There could be an emergency situation and we just have to act according to best medical practices than according to your plan. Now, you should think about things like drugs..."
Me: (interrupting) "Yes, I want the drugs."
Doc: "Yes, I'm well aware. But also think about whether or not you want your husband to cut the cord, if you'd like to breastfeed... things like that."
Okay, so Corey and I have some homework to do on this birth plan. Does "TV in room must tune into ESPN" count, I wonder?
Anyway, that was it for me and Doc, and then I had to go back down to the lab for bloodwork. I should know the results from the glucose test this week. Hopefully, I passed-- don't want to drink that stuff again! Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Bachelorette Party in Wine Country
While in SoCal, I spent a few days honoring (read: hazing) my sorority sister and friend from college, Ashley Garrett, on her bachelorette weekend!
Fellow hazers included Juliet, my sister-in-law, who has become friends with Ashley since living in San Diego, and another sorority sister and friend from college, Casey Wallerstein. The three of us decided to whisk Ashley away to wine country for a few days of fun with the gals before her big day in September.
We stayed in this little Dutch town called Solvang, just outside Santa Barbara. But the festivities began on the 4 hour road trip up there from San Diego. I think Ashley had about 8 beers before we even got to L.A.-- and we had another 2 hours or so to go from there!
Upon arrival, we greeted Casey and made our way to our first tasting of the weekend. Our hotel, or rather, cottage, was hosting a wine tasting and cheese event for guests. The girls made their way thru a several bottles of wine, while I made my way thru about 10oz of cheese.
Juliet, Me, Ashley & Casey
We had a fun dinner that night at Mattei's Tavern in the town of Los Olivos, and then headed back to the hotel for a lingerie shower for Ashley and tequila shots. Those, too, were for Ashley.
Day 2 began at Paula's Pancake house.
Here we padded our stomachs and readied for a day of wine tasting. We hit up 5 different vineyards--my favorite was Firestone since they had the best gift shop--and then stopped for paninis and salad in Los Olivos before naptime and dinner at Trattoria Grappolo's.I don't want to lead you to believe there weren't any crazy shenanigans on this bachelorette weekend-- there certainly were-- but I promised to keep this blog clean since I am hoping to share it with Baby Girl some day.
Let's just say Ashley is very good at making friends with random people (read: men) and I think it took her about 36hours to recover after we got back on Sunday. Use your imagination :-)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Retirement Getaway
Tuesday, June 3rd, I left my husband to fend for himself for 8 whole days and headed out to beautiful Southern California!
I must say, I was a little hesitant to leave Corey for so long. I knew he was going to be in trouble when I got a phone call from him on Day 1 asking if we had any garlic in the house, and if so, where I kept it. Luckily, there weren't too many other calls with him seeming lost in his own house, but I think that's because he mostly stuck to take-out for meals or ate at work.
Also, upon my return, I noticed the "last resort" underwear that's usually never touched-- I think Corey has worn a bathing suit instead of this pair of old, ill-fitting Hanes--was in the laundry basket. It must have gotten pretty desperate!
Anyway, back to the trip.
It started off with a bang. No airport delays, no lost luggage, no being singled out for a pat-down at the security check. In fact, people were incredibly nice to me. The flight attendant insisted on giving me 2 bags of peanuts ("one for you and one for your baby, honey!") and lots of men offered to put my carry-on's in the overhead compartment and also retrieve my over-packed suitcase from the baggage carousel. I kinda like this pregnant-traveler thing. I highly recommend it.
I was picked up at the San Diego airport by my two sisters-in-law, Sara and Juliet. 
We cruised back to La Jolla where Bill & Juliet live for a home cooked dinner. Bill really outdid himself with white bean and sundried tomato bruschetta to start, followed by his famous Christmas dish of spaghetti with clam sauce. It definitely hit the spot!
We cruised back to La Jolla where Bill & Juliet live for a home cooked dinner. Bill really outdid himself with white bean and sundried tomato bruschetta to start, followed by his famous Christmas dish of spaghetti with clam sauce. It definitely hit the spot!After dinner and catching up, I played a little Liar's Dice with my bros (...and lost) and once Cos and Sara called it a night, Bill, Juliet and I had a little late-night dance & karaoke party. Bill had some crazy moves to Jay-Z, and I'm looking forward to the release of Juliet's first album, Juliet Sings the Classics, featuring, "Mr. Sandman."
Other highlights from my trip with sibs included powerwalks by the beach, banana bread breakfasts, prenatal massage, lunch at Cody's, a Mediterranean nosh-fest, BBQing (ribs, burgers & sausages), watching Denise Richards' new reality show, a round of "Catch Phrase," playing with my furry nephew Louie the cat and driving the Merc (top down, of course) to Solana Beach.
Thank you for the wonderful vacation!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Hack-Clifton Wedding Bonanza!
Our friends John Hack and Kelly Clifton tied the knot on Saturday, May 31st at White Hall Manor in Leesburg, VA.
This was one of the best wedding weekends we've had the pleasure of attending. Everything was fabulous--the venue, the food, the band-- you name it! But what really made this wedding fun were the people.
Not only did we get to re-connect with many friends from our days in NYC, but we mixed and mingled with everyone. Corey and I got to know many of the other guests at engagement parties and bridal showers leading up to the wedding so that by the big day, we felt like we knew half the crowd. Both the Hack's and the Clifton's have great family and friends that certainly know how to party! Too bad I couldn't join in on the tequila shots with Uncle Bob.
Rehearsal Dinner
The rehearsal dinner was held at the Hillsboro Winery, about 15miles south of Leesburg. The view was absolutely breathtaking. It looked like we were in Tuscany, not Northern VA.
Maternity fashions have come a long way, thank goodness. No tent dress for me, though I did have to wear my maternity spanx. For all the fellow preggos out there, do your husbands a favor and don't let them see you in your spanx and strapless bra when getting dressed. Not exactly a sexy mental image for the men.
The happy couple sneaking a quick smooch... little did they know I was camera ready!
Corey and I with his parents, Nancy and Andy Benjamin. The Sr B's have been best buds with the groom's parents since the old days in Salisbury.
The groom and his parents, John Sr and Marian Hack.
The Big Day
We were fortunate that the weather dried up and the wedding ceremony could be held outside. Again, a beautiful setting, and an even more beautiful couple!
Me and the mother of the groom.
The newlyweds and Corey. Corey was a co-best man with our friend James Hanson.
Our friends Ted, Dana, James, and Katie with Corey.
Of course, I had to take a picture of the cake. It was gorgeous, but not too gorgeous to eat. (I had two pieces...shhh, don't tell Doc. I've got that sugar test coming up).
Monday, June 2, 2008
Retirement at 28
My career at Wachovia Securities came to an end as of Friday, May 30th.
And I have to say, that though I didn't think the day could come fast enough, I'm feeling a little bummed about all the great friends I'd made who I've left behind. There's definitely something to be said for office camaraderie, coffee breaks, happy hours, and of course, water-cooler gossip.
I will miss it, but I can't think of anything I'd rather do than stay home with Baby Girl once she arrives. I know it will be a tough adjustment, especially in the beginning, but even the worst of dirty diapers, spit-up and crying fits beats out processing TPS reports everyday, hands down.
(Note to all readers: Remind me I said this when I'm complaining of sleep deprivation and sore boobs those first few months.)
And I have to say, that though I didn't think the day could come fast enough, I'm feeling a little bummed about all the great friends I'd made who I've left behind. There's definitely something to be said for office camaraderie, coffee breaks, happy hours, and of course, water-cooler gossip.
I will miss it, but I can't think of anything I'd rather do than stay home with Baby Girl once she arrives. I know it will be a tough adjustment, especially in the beginning, but even the worst of dirty diapers, spit-up and crying fits beats out processing TPS reports everyday, hands down.
(Note to all readers: Remind me I said this when I'm complaining of sleep deprivation and sore boobs those first few months.)
Red Meat Weekend
What's a Memorial Day weekend without a cookout? How about 3 cookouts?
We had an action-packed weekend filled with grilled meats and great friends.
Friday, the Magid Family stopped in for burgers, hotdogs and a sleepover, breaking up their 4 hr drive from Durham to DC. Miss Sydney Rose was the perfect house guest-- all smiles, all the time for that baby. I hope Baby Girl turns out to be as charming as Syd Vicious.
Saturday, the Prusek Family hosted us at their house for bratwurst, and let's not forget the homemade chocolate chip cookies. Their oldest son Miles showed off his football skills-- at 2 1/2 the kid can already throw a spiral-- and also filled us in on how he made his first "poop nuggets in the potty."
Monday, we topped off the long weekend by making 2 racks of ribs to share with the Pearson's. Julia and Hunter are expecting their first child this fall, too, so we spent the majority of the afternoon swapping tips on nursery decor and telling stories from doctor visits. We're so happy to have pregnant friends. I don't think anyone else would be able to tolerate nearly 3 hours of baby talk!
Sorry, no pictures, but a wonderful weekend.
We had an action-packed weekend filled with grilled meats and great friends.
Friday, the Magid Family stopped in for burgers, hotdogs and a sleepover, breaking up their 4 hr drive from Durham to DC. Miss Sydney Rose was the perfect house guest-- all smiles, all the time for that baby. I hope Baby Girl turns out to be as charming as Syd Vicious.
Saturday, the Prusek Family hosted us at their house for bratwurst, and let's not forget the homemade chocolate chip cookies. Their oldest son Miles showed off his football skills-- at 2 1/2 the kid can already throw a spiral-- and also filled us in on how he made his first "poop nuggets in the potty."
Monday, we topped off the long weekend by making 2 racks of ribs to share with the Pearson's. Julia and Hunter are expecting their first child this fall, too, so we spent the majority of the afternoon swapping tips on nursery decor and telling stories from doctor visits. We're so happy to have pregnant friends. I don't think anyone else would be able to tolerate nearly 3 hours of baby talk!
Sorry, no pictures, but a wonderful weekend.
Visit with Bill & Juliet
My brother Bill and his wife Juliet were recently in town for a friend's wedding being held in Annapolis over Memorial Day weekend. They arrived a few days before the festivities commenced so they could have a little time to visit with my parents in Alexandria. Knowing they were only a 90min drive away, I decided to join the family for a night.
Bill and Juliet lived in Australia for about 5 years, and now that they're state-side, I take advantage of every opportunity I can to see them.
I arrived with my growing belly bump, and my brother so affectionately greeted me by saying, "Hey fatso. Good to see you." Don't you just love brothers?!?
In typical fashion, I immediately was presented with a plate of food. Anyone who knows my Mom knows you can't go to her house and not have something to eat. She will force feed you if you keep refusing. Luckily, she and my Dad are excellent cooks and had prepared a crock pot of their famous barbecue. Even if I had a packed stomach, I don't think I could have resisted their pulled pork. Delish!
After eating, we headed out to the movie theater to see the newest Indiana Jones flick. I gotta say, the best part of the whole movie was watching Bill polish off a large tub of popcorn--you know the size that's so big they offer free refills? Yeah, the large tub of popcorn. Now granted, he did get some help from me and Juliet, but he did quite a number on it, eating the kernels and all. Amazing.
We came home and chatted, just catching up about work, the baby and the goings-on for life in San Diego with Bill and Juliet. It's those late-night heart-to-hearts I love the most when I spend time with Bill and Juliet. I only wish we lived closer!
I left after breakfast to get back to Richmond in time to get to the office, but not before snapping a quick pic of my bro and sis on the front stoop.
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