In between my Vancouver trip and camping in Whistler I came home and chilled for a few days, caught up on a little work and met up with my best photog pals Darcie and Jason from Revival Arts Photography in Abbotsford.

As the evening arrived we all headed out to do our favorite thing. What do photogs do when they get together? Photograph of course. We had such a great time, I think I could do it weekly.

I have tons to share from our evening, so way more to come. As we were winding down our shooting, we got a second wind and started playing around. I just uploaded this one to me and the handsome John to my facebook page and though I would post it here as well.

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And here is one I took of Darcie and Jason

The 30 days of local food photography continues. Today, we are keeping it simple and cozy with a photo of a Rhubarb Bar I made the other day, courtesy of the rhubarb in our garden. 

I have many passions and baking is one of them - it is also a great way to get out of partaking in the household chores.

Me to John: "I was going to do some cleaning but would you prefer if I baked?"

John to me: "I would love that. I was really wanting to do some cleaning anyhow. I love it when you bake. I see how it is so satisfying for you and is a way of showing your love to our family."

Me to John: "Yes, that's it exactly, you understand me so well."

John to Me: "Yes, I do and I would like to celebrate you. When you are done baking let's go shoe shopping, do some crafts with the kids and then plan the birthdays for the kids for the next three years." (note to reader: I love to plan, even hypothetical planning makes me happy.)

This conversation hasn't happened yet but I am sure it will in the near future.

I like rules and I tend to put high expectations on myself, I know it isn't always a good thing, yet, I am going to add one more rule and expectation - regular holidays. They are now on my must do list, the break and perspective is invaluable.

Selah and I have just returned from 13 days a way. We visited my big sis and bro-in-law at their Southern Compound (okay, well really it is just a big nice house, but my oh my ya'll the houses there are gorgeous and large.) We lounged, we shopped, we toured, I watched late night reality TV ( thank goodness I don't have cable or else I would need a Millionaire Matchmaker intervention,) and we had time with two of my favorite people.

Then we hopped a plane over to Disney World. Now, I am not a Disney gal, I never have been. As a child, the first time I went I lost my sweater, cried and wanted to leave. The second time I went, after a few hours there with my mom I suggested we leave and go to the beach. So, when my sister suggested Selah and I tag along with her to Florida where she had a meeting I thought, why not? It would be a mean mom who said no to such an experience and went along with it without any expectation.

It seems I have adjusted my attitude.

I am convert, I caught the magic, like about a minute after entering the gates!

The place was fantastic, the attention to detail and phenomenal customer service blew my mind.

We tore through the place in two and a half days soaking up the Magic and Animal Kingdom. Staying up as late as the six year old could handle and shaking her out of bed early in the morning to go for more. They must have got our message that we don't like lines and we never waited more than 20 minutes and we were able to see so much. Selah was blown away, she had no pre-concieved notion of Disney World.

The combo of family time in Atlanta + Disney was over the top fantastic, kind of surreal really, I kept asking myself why I am so blessed. 

Then to add to it, I get to come back here to a life I love (and a really wonderful fella who doesn't mind me talking off on holidays - thank you John.)

I am technically back at work tomorrow but have booked in a photo session with one of my favorite couples who are just here for the week, so I am better coffee up and get back in the saddle.

Just so I don't post without a pic, here is me and my big sister (taken by Selah) at Atlanta's Fickle Pickle where I had my first fried green tomato sandwich (and am kicking myself for not trying the fried pickle's.)