I'm going to post a picture that wasn't taken today. It was taken the day Dustin purposed to me, on the walk to the creek, before he got down on his knee. Me in my cowboy boots, in the clover, on my farm. It means a lot to me. It makes me think of Dorothy looking at her shoes and clicking them three times, wanting to go home. Wishing those boots (or heels) where stomping on her familiar land again. And whenever I get to missing home, I pull out that picture, and smile. :) And remember, my boots where meant for more than just home...
So here's a few pics I snapped this morning. Although, it had already melted a bit because Dustin got up with Nora and let me sleep in. [ain't he sweeeeet]! And here's a pic of my good ole' boots in the Wyoming snow!
I hope your heart is warm, for the weather aint. :)
Better start heating up that soup!
Her first snow of the season! Look at that face!
The tree outside our Apt.
My poor car, in the driveway.
Nora in the window with Daddy.
I love this face!
and then she was over it. :)