The Strawberry Festival

On Saturday, we went to the Strawberry Festival downtown with some of our friends, who are also in the surgery program. We had so much fun!

It was sixty-three degrees, sunny, and I had all three of my guys. Wonderful. Perfect. Couldn't have asked for more.

Jack is at that age where he thinks he's seven--only, he's one. So, he wanted to get down. He wanted to get popcorn. He wanted to dance. But his momma just wanted him to stay in his dadgum stroller and be happy! 

Now, don't get me wrong. This one loves his momma. But really, truly, he adores his daddy in a way that Nathan never did at this age! I mean, no one--no one--is as cool/awesome/exciting as "Dada."

Nathan wanted to get his face painted! I was so excited--maybe more excited than he was! He's getting to be such a "big boy." I mean, am I seriously going to have a four year old in less than two months!?

I can only say this because my parents don't read my blog, but Roanoke is starting to feel like home. Almost all my friends said it would take a year, and they were right. It doesn't officially feel like "home" yet, but almost. I feel like it's just around the corner. We met our friends at our favorite Mexican restaurant. We walked around, relaxed, enjoying the day. We ran into friends from church and friends from Bible study. We're comfortable here, and so blessed. Jesus put us here for a reason, and He has blessed us with wonderful friends and a wonderful sense of "belonging."

We had a great time at the Strawberry Festival! We'll definitely be going back next year {as long, of course, as Daddy isn't working!}.