Feeling Croquettish

When Kyle came home from work, he let me drag him out to Schiller Park in German Village, one of the prettiest spots in Columbus (in my humblest of opinions). And we totally played croquet with the vintage wooden set I found thrifting last month. It was as much fun as I remembered, although Kyle had to re-educate me on the actual rules. Apparently, I was playing it wrong my entire childhood (see, that’s what happens to homeschooled kids, Mom…)

A statue of the park’s namesake, the great poet and playwright Friedrich von Schiller.

Some more of what is rapidly becoming my favorite kind of graffiti, the public declaration of love.

When we stopped at the grocery store on the way home, I stopped Kyle in the condiment aisle, next to the mayonnaise. “Can you believe,” I asked. “That we’ve been together nearly 7 years, all of the life that has happened, that we’re standing here in the grocery store together, still in love, after all this time? Can you believe that?”

He couldn’t.

love, elizabeth