the miami week started off with this.
the thompson's first dance as man & wife
but more on that later. pull up a chair.
i'm saving you a seat.
home is miami, florida, usa. home is good for a lot of things. especially for stumbling across old photos.
like this one, pre-carolyn
so after the wedding my dad thought it would be fun if we pile everyone in the car and drive down to the keys for dinner. so we did. destination: islamorada.
we stopped along the way to watch the sunset
papi y yo
from islamorada, we journeyed west to florida’s everglades to celebrate nicky’s birthday. it was a good one for him this year surrounded by cousins and alligators.
air boat ride. scouting alligators
"nan, you are my favorite cousin."
then on christmas eve, we celebrated noche buena with pork at the lopez’s.
noche buena pig before it was cooked in the caja china
on christmas day, my family has this tradition…
...where my dad dresses up as santa and skis around the lake.
he gets a kick out of himself.
and in the meantime…
...this is me being alive to beauty
in other news, i bought my first pair of red pants. they are a good time guaranteed… in the form of pants. the best $17 i might have ever spent.
i've never owned a pair of red pants before. now i do.
shopping isn't so bad with finds like these
remember the time when we had a family date on the dock to watch the sunset? remember when everyone got really panicky when it was 5:26 and there were only 10min left of sunlight and the rocks weren’t in the scotch and the guac was still in progress?
brett & i carried the couch over to watch the show.
scotch on the rocks. literally.
...but all ended well. and the guac made it out.
then there was this coffee break…
...where my dad takes a shot of cuban coffee and says, "wow. god bless america."
and then this. these are shorts. they are what i am wearing because it’s 73 degrees here.
this is december in miami.