Kids in love when the sun goes down

Keith and I celebrated 3 years of marriage with a short camping trip in Big Sur. We did a lot of hiking, and Keith dealt with my constant question of "is THAT poison oak??" (To be clear, I know Poison Oak when I see it, but the fear of it is so strong that I tend to think most things are Poison Oak.) We popped champagne by the campfire and ate so many s'mores. I theorize that some people go camping JUST for the opportunity to eat s'mores. They are worth roughing it. I screamed at a spider web and cried at a baby bunny, Keith built our fire and played the ukulele. We painted and drew, and blew bubbles off of cliff tops. I am forever struggling to get more pictures of Keith, not because he is reluctant, but because he just loves to be behind the camera so much. I'll get him though. Maybe I'll do an entire post just full of pictures of Keith. 

I love this man so much, he motivates me and makes me believe that I can do great things. I wake up and love him every day. <3 <3 <3