Sunny evening hangs at Silverstrand



Never not grateful to have this beautiful beach so close to us.



Never not grateful to have this beautiful beach so close to us.
Yahaha!
When mama switches off the light, You'll still be seven years old tonight. But from the very break of day, Before the children rise and play, Before the darkness turns to gold, Tomorrow, you'll be eight years old. Eight kisses when you wake, Eight candles on
(And I really am hoping we get to have a bit of slow.)
A few fun birthday snapshots