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These are a few of my favorite things...

...raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens...

well- close!
Today I had a tea party with my mom (iced tea, during naptime, after my mom graciously chased my boys around the yard while I caught up on weeding), and when I was digging through the pictures I so obnoxiously insisted on taking (sorry, mom! :) ), I was thinking about how the pictures are full of a few of my favorite things!
*my mom
*my white "Evelyn" roses
*a home-sewn table runner from a dear friend
*my robin-egg blue flower pot
*a few adorable dishes from my sister-in-law ( I love you, B'Anne!)
*the first picks of my first year of home-grown veggies (thanks to the help of my two little "helper"s!)
*aaaaand, sliced lemons :)
























A little side-story: Our fridge isn't hooked up to water, so our built-in ice maker doesn't actually make ice. I forgot to make ice the old fashioned way ahead of time, so when it came time to pour our tea, I only had two ice cubes left in the tray! My mom had thought to fill a few trays with water less than an hour before that, so we thought we'd get creative and use the little shreds of ice that had formed on the tops of the cubes. That was pretty, and worked okay for our first glass... but the 2nd and 3rd glasses of tea were warm... I thought about hollering over the fence to our neighbor to see if I could borrow some ice (borrow? as in give it back?), but we ended up being content enough with warm tea and conversation. Thanks for our relationship, Momma. You have always poured your whole heart into raising me (and J, B, R), and I'm so grateful. I love you!

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