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

Summer is Like Being Seven Again

This last weekend Kyle and I indulged our inner kids a little.
Saturday night, I made s’mores over the stove…because we were too lazy to go outside and fire up the grill. I think they tasted better with the two of us, barefoot in the kitchen, eating over the counter, and giggling like 2nd graders. Kyle made a lot of fun of me because my method of toasting marshmallows is basically setting them on fire and blow them out, instead of patiently toasting all sides. Because that takes too long and I like them crispy.
I love how smooshy and messy and delicious they always are…



And then Sunday, after church, we decided we needed to get out in the sunshine so we went to one of our favorite outdoor spots in Columbus, the Park of Roses. Which, in case you didn’t know, is a park. Of roses. It’s actually a really big park and we had a lot of fun walking around and snapping pictures.



And spying on this very large, very bizarre expedition of people with gigantic butterfly nets that piled out of a van and set off for the woods. We, uh, we kept our distance from THOSE people. I was a little afraid of the guy in the safari hat.
We had a picnic under the trees, complete with basket, blanket, and our very own picnic ants!


Madigan really wanted a sandwich.

I think we took over a hundred pictures but here are a few of our favorites…







There’s a huge weeping willow tree in the middle of the park that hundreds of people have carved their initials in. Maybe someday I’ll be feeling rebellious enough to add ours.









What does your inner kid love to do?
love, elizabeth
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