[Summer is for...]

friends. the good ones and the loved ones. the kind who are always up to talk and down to play. and above all, available for late night pie.

frolicking. this beautiful city. the buildings, the monuments, the flags, everywhere. everything. soaking these sights in, in case they aren't always there, or in case you aren't always here.

fireworks. sparkly and glittery times a thousand. who needs stars with these beauties lighting up the sky?

scooters. because they make people happy and they make people giggle.

dancing. in the rain above the city lights. hands in the air. unaware of the camera until later, really, just goofing for the pure joy and ridiculousness of it all.

...among other things.

[They never get old.]

After church this weekend, a friend and I took the afternoon to enjoy the beautiful weather with a stroll around the National Mall. There really is nothing like the DC monuments at sunset-- especially when you throw cupcakes and a cute friend into the mix!

Oh, and I assume you've been dying to know: I have officially cooked chicken for the first time in my little life. It was basic--just grilled it on a George Foreman (thanks Grandma) and stuck it in a sandwich. But I feel sort of like Tom Hanks in Castaway after he made fire. When you think about it, turning a chunk of dead animal into something edible--delicious, even--is no small feat. Props to the caveman who discovered cooking.