Where's Abby (+ Dylan and dogs)

It’s been over a YEAR since our return from one surreal adventure in Central America, and I’m still dreaming of those two weeks. There's no way I can express or retell the adventure here without overdoing it. We flew into San Jose, entering what looked like Jurassic Park. From here, we headed to Dominical where we surfed, ran, and sweated. One day we walked up the beach, through some little village to find a mini waterfall. The families around us left after a while so we had that little oasis to ourselves, flying off the rope swing, floating in the rain. We met a Dutch couple the next day for a hike to a  much bigger waterfall. It had me facing some fears I didn't know I had of falling on rocks and getting as close as we could to its mighty sprays. That trek had me questioning my physical abilities, as I struggled my little butt up that hill. I didn't think I could keep going. It made the fresh mango that much better though. From Dominical, we headed to the little...

Welp, I went to South Dakota for spring break maybe two years ago. Here's the blog I wrote and never shared. I finally made it up to visit the bother and family in South Dakota. Sometimes I feel like my brain and heart literally can't stand the sweetness of some moments. My March was filled with many of these moments. Like a music-loving Adaleigh jumping on granddaddy's feet to dance while he and Chris played some of my favorite tunes. Strumming some of those tunes and new favorites with pops. Songs dad introduces are always well-loved. I imagine it's part his good taste and part the sentiment.  Going on an exclusive aunt-niece walk in the snow. Getting even more mixed up about what month it is, with Christmas movies and music, fires, snowy views, and ballet dances in the living room to "I'm dreaming of a white Easter."    Sledding in the backyard. Especially the fun-filled faces of "Big Daddy and Big Mama."  Some othe...