I completely, totally, forgot my camera on Thanksgiving. It was right there on the sideboard, ready to document & cement our memories. This was also the year of the perfect turkey. It was juicy, amazing, and a gorgeous golden brown. I totally wow’d my nachbarn (neighbors) but I have nothing to prove my kitchen mastery. I’m so sad.
I do, however, have a plethora of stunning Amsterdam photo’s to share from my Girls Weekend Away. I think fall in Amsterdam is my absolute favorite. The warm, golden light just melts me. And lends itself so well to photography.
I will, however, make a big sacrifice and go visit Amsterdam mid-Winter. Hopefully when it’s covered in snow. I can imagine it is spectacular then too. And. I promise to remember to drag out my camera when I visit my cousin again. Because.
I also visited my beautiful cousin Marloes (The Amazing, Invisible, Sheep!). No longer pregnant & the amazing mommy of little Doris. Little Doris named after the most special woman in the entire world, my Oma: given name Theodora. I spent my entire two hour visit just holding little Doris and smelling that fabulous baby smell. My camera forgotten at my feet as I just cuddled and loved.
In three weeks my Oma turns 100. 100! I am not forgetting my camera. And I am not remembering it and forgetting to pick it up. 100. I am in awe.