On Friday, we braved the DC traffic and took our little family to see the Cherry Blossoms. The weather was perfect (my first time wearing shorts all year! Woohoo!), which was a gift since this April is taking it’s reputation of “April showers” way too literally.
We circled the pond by the Lincoln Memorial and joined our instagramming generation in documenting the afternoon. We didn’t mind the crowded sidewalks, because the sunshine and the flowers gave everyone a cheerful disposition. Everyone except Florence, that is, who woke-up on the wrong side of the carseat. But we took pictures of her anyway, because she’s a baby, and babies fuss, so what are you gonna do?
And here’s a picture of Stan! There would be more, but photography is not my gift, and I worked hard to get this one. Isn’t he handsome? People often comment on how cute and tiny Florence is when I hold her, but there’s something about Stan holding her that make them melty. And yes, when our fellow tourists saw him carrying her among the Cherry Blossoms, they about dropped their selfie sticks with oohs and ahhhs.
Ok, more pictures of the main event (Florence).
In other news, Stan had a birthday last week, and we’re still celebrating (visiting the Cherry Blossoms was part of Birthday Week). I made a chocolate cake for the first time in a long time, and despite my British Baking Show inspired efforts, it didn’t turn out as pretty as I’d hoped. It tasted alright, though, so at least there’s that.
We’re planning a trip to Florida, because Stan has work, and I’m not above chasing the sun wherever it shines. Expect more photos soon, but until then, pray with me in asking God for better weather in Virginia and that a certain 7-week old will become a better napper during the day. Amen.