a few little bright spots

Many of my posts lately have been quite serious, heavy material. Today, I'd like to write about a few little bright spots!

Friday night Josh and I went out to celebrate our 4th wedding anniversary! What a privilege to have a man that is fully committed to standing by my side for life! We went to my favorite restaurant (Chang's Mongolian Grill!!), and then sat next to eachother in comfy arm chairs at Barnes and Noble, and read. I'm so excited to grow old with this man :)

Today we piled into Josh's 1963 Dodge Dart, and had a picnic at the river! As we were driving I thought of the families that must've done the same thing in that car over the years... so cool. The boys love riding in it (Henry relaxed so much that he fell asleep on the way there!), and they had oh, so much fun stomping in puddles, and playing with rocks and sticks at the park. Good, good memories were created today.

The pictures above are not necessarily in order: One of the Dart this summer (I forgot to get a good one of the car today), the boys at the park, and me and my smokin' husband on our date night.

I'm grateful for each little bright spot along the way!

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