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October 4, 2010
I Knew I Was An Adult When… (and Menu Plan Monday)
Adulthood is a funny thing. When you’re a child, you look forward to the autonomy of adulthood as the end all be all, and then suddenly one day you realize you are entirely on your own, and you’re utterly overwhelmed with the responsibility of your situation. I had a moment like that when I was...
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October 3, 2010
What a difference a day makes!
Day Two in Williamsburg was a huge improvement over Day One. Of course, ANYTHING would have been an improvement, except possibly a tornado. And the wedding was absolutely perfect — a bit muddy, but perfect. I can’t wait to tell you all about it, but right now, coffee beckons. Have a wonderful Sunday, and please...
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October 1, 2010
Colonial Williamsburg Vacation: Day One
Or otherwise titled: I Should Have Packed My Galoshes. Note to self: purchase galoshes. What kind of fools visit Colonial Williamsburg during the monsoon? Evidently us and senior citizens on bus tours. Because those were the only people fool enough to be wandering around yesterday in the driving rain. (And the senior citizens were annoyingly...
Very lovely. Good mix of shots.
My aunt lives near here and sends me gifts for the boys and raves on and on about it but these, THESE, are the first photos I have ever seen of Williamsburg. THanks for posting them!
I love Williamsburg! We went summer before last and I would love to go back!
All of your photos are wonderful! I enjoyed seeing the different perspectives, especially the buckle shoes, the soldiers marching and the one of the man giving the speech. I hope we can visit Williamsburg someday. Glad your second day was much better–and so much drier–than the first–Ai Yi Yi!!
I am glad you finally got to see what the dryer side of CW *ahem*. I was blessed to spend a week staying in the Brick House Tavern for the seminar I attended. It was amazing to walk the streets of CW in the morning and the evening before the “tourists” and imagine what it must have been like over 200 years ago when God was first birthing our unique new nation.