Our quiet afternoon at the Fennell house started out like this.
Lounging by the pool, watching Jake discover the joy of laying on top of the pool cover to cool off after chasing the four-wheeler all afternoon.
And then it turned into this.
I want go ahead and put it out there that this was my idea.
And that I had to go first because the fifteen year olds wouldn't do it.
I'm about to be twenty-four. No biggie.
We have a new favorite hobby.
There are few things more fulfilling than turning flips on a covered swimming pool in March. Except maybe going to a wedding and getting personalized neon sunglasses from the bride and groom.
And knowing that people will actually wear them.
And take self-pics for their blog in the car on the way home.
Have a good Sunday night. Love you all.