June twelfth came and went and hit me with the force of its abruptness.

There are so many things I could say. Sometimes, I want to write them.

Sometimes I try. Sometimes I can't.

You were so goofy. Remember that time we were at the beach and you guys were playing soccer and you kicked the ball and hit my then-boyfriend right in the crotch? I think he threw up. Is it weird that I remember that? I still laugh about it. You were so sorry, but so confused about why he was angry, because you would have never hurt anyone on purpose.

You've been gone a year, but as you can see, you haven't been forgotten.

All dressed up in the summer: 

A big twirly sundress with pockets and buttons down the front.

Where turquoise and orange go together surprisingly well.

And where you never really have to brush your hair.

Tulle Dress: La De Da

Necklace: J.Crew

Watch: Fossil

Shoes: c/o Jigsaw London

After straining something in my arm on Wednesday, I took a little break from CrossFit and then ended up coming down with a little cold on Saturday, so I took the weekend even easier than usual. We spent a lot of time on the back deck in the morning with coffee, read books and fell asleep by the pool in the backyard, actually sat down to drink tea, and really only ventured downtown for 9:00 mass and breakfast afterward on Sunday.

I'm still not feeling that great, but my brother, mom, and I are headed to Charlottesville this morning so we can pack up a few things that are still in the apartment there. We'll make all the food and coffee stops that are necessary when one visits, and then we'll be back to Roanoke on Tuesday afternoon! Hopefully Dad and Rocky won't miss us too much.

It is so nice being home with my family. Now I just need Rob to come back!

How was your weekend? Who watched True Blood last night?

Happy Monday, friends.