road trip part three: boondocking and a birthday

We learned a new word while we were on the trip.  Boondocking.  By definition:  parking/camping (for free) in the "boonies" without electric, water or sewer hook ups. 

We loved it!  The west is covered in BLM land where this kind of camping is easy to find with views and solitude that can't be beat.  And usually some mud to go along with it.

Not even a week after we returned, Elsa turned seven!  With a special-request pool party, nonna-made pool cake, and a visiting cousin and grandparents, it was a truly sweet day (even if she had to share it with her mama just a bit, it being mother's day and all).

Seven.  Each year I find myself a little bit nostalgic to realize our baby is growing up. But mostly I am awed by her spunk, delighted by her independence, and so eager to stand by and watch her light up this world.

From rocking her cello, to riding her bike, to climbing a tree and loving her cat.  This girl is full of good humor and laughter.  Everywhere she goes she makes the world seem so fun.  And that's exactly what we've all needed, every inch of the way.  We are so, so lucky to have her.  We love you Elsa Mae.