On Friday, my mom, cousin, the mister and I decided to take a little trip to the beach.
It was such a beautiful, sunny day. But freezing.
Like really cold and windy. To be expected I suppose.
I also may have been a little inappropriately dressed in my skirt and tights, but again, to be expected.
It was a fun adventure, and I'm looking forward to spending lots of time at the lake this summer.

Now it's Sunday, and my mom and cousin have gone home.
Today is rough.
I wish with all my being that I had gone home with them.
Yesterday my dad was in a motorcycle accident.
He will be fine. Or so I've been told.
He has a few broken ribs, some road rash and a partially collapsed lung.
It's times like these that I really hate being so far away from my family.
I'm hoping to take some time off work and head home this week, but I'm not sure if I can yet.
Sorry to unload here and end on an unhappy note.
But I guess not all days can be cupcakes and laughter.