Texture.

If you were a texture, what would you be?

Do you have a favorite {feeling} or {touch}?

Would you be smooth, sleek, rough, ragged, soft, hard, cracked, worn?

Would you be bumpy, jagged, sandy, slimy, torn, wet, tattered, dry?

Would you be polished, fluffy, coarse, or firm?

I don't really know if it's possible to pick just one - because really, without the others, would we really know what texture really is?

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We've spent the month of July living.

Nothing that any of you reading this haven't done yourself. {grin}

Living and loving and laughing ... and dreaming along the way.

There have been tents put up and taken down.

Meals prepared and shared.

Balloons, sunscreen, splashing water.

Arguments, disagreements, and reconciliation.

100 degree weather and fresh produce picked.

A wisdom tooth pulled and a cavity filled.

Jello, ice cream, pudding and popsicles.

An accident at 8:45 at night .. followed with a trip to the E.R.

Stitches, antibiotics, and a bruised eye.

Watercolors, phone calls, photos galore.

A few bags packed, bikes loaded and a trek across state.

Ocean waves, dory boats, the sand hills and wind.

Mason jars, marshmallows, bike rides, cousins.

Scenic mountain highways, the view I know as "home."

Picnic lunches, a crib assembled for Ava's new sister, and a haircut from a great friend.

Anticipation, cardboard, and a tantrum or two ... or ten.

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Can you picture it?

Can you feel it?

Can you imagine yourself there?

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Life lived.

Textures loved.

Texture, you say?

Yep, texture.

Texture ... because right now texture is defined by me as life.

and as that feeling {or feelings} that take you back to a specific place and time ... and is proof you were alive.

Alive and still living {well}.