The boys of August ... and my heart!

Three of my nephews (all Caren's boys) are August babies. Andrew is now 16, Mitchell 14, and today, Callum turns 9. They are the sweetest, most intelligent and caring young men. How I adore them and love being their aunt. It's amazing how quickly the time goes ... seems like just yesterday they were the young babes in the top photo (taken a day after Callum was born). Boys - know this much ... you are incredibly loved and admired. I will always love you and strive to be a good example to you. I will be your greatest fan and will support you in everything you do. Thanks for the years of cuddles, hugs and auntie/nephew time. Here's to many more years! I love you each to pieces!

Man in a kilt ... finally!

What we have here is a man in a kilt. And I just had to have my photo taken with him! 

This photo is from a few months back, taken in Portsoy, Scotland. That beautiful woman with me in the photo is my cousin, Julie. She is hilarious, witty, fun, and I miss her like crazy when I leave Aberdeen each year. Anyhow, we were out for a wee walk around the Portsoy harbor and we stopped here for a moment. I always have said I am looking for a man in my life ... a man in a kilt. I guess this guy will have to do ... for now. ;)

San Diego ... A New Generation!

Growing up in San Diego was pretty cool. We didn't realize or appreciate it back then, but now, looking back as adults, we realize how spoiled we really were. 

Couple weeks ago, Cheryl, Kyle and the boys drove from Phoenix to San Diego, where they met me (having flown in for my 20 year high school reunion). We toured the USS Midway, ate breakfast at Kono's in Pacific Beach, spent many hours at the beaches of Coronado and La Jolla shores and just enjoyed being "back home". 

The boys had never before seen the ocean. They didn't comprehend what was truly a "beach". But they do now! If they lived near the ocean, they'd all be complete beach bums, no doubt! Water was freezing to us adults (as we were bundled up in towels with umbrellas shielding us from the wind), but the boys bravely embraced their newly discovered world of boogie boarding and playing in the waves. Marshall, Carson and Charlie couldn't get enough of the ocean ... hour after hour, they battled the waves and endured the cold, exiting the waves only to scarf down a snack. It was pure joy for this aunt to watch my boys enjoy something I enjoyed every weekend of my childhood. 

We will be heading back to San Diego come Thanksgiving. One guess what the boys want to do. Yep, boogie board. I'm off to find them wet-suits!