Fishers freedom fest love story.

This weekend tells the perfect love story.

I love that he loves him. 

 

 I love that she loves me.

 I love that they love one another.

 I love mamas who are "on" full time, fixing the hair at the home town parade. 

 I love papas who are "on" full time as well.

 I love that we all schlepped chairs, coolers, juice boxes, babies, beers, and one another for a summer day together.

 I love the excitement in my baby boy's voice.

 I love the excitement in the big kids' eyes as they collected candy off the warm pavement.

I love that they love one another and worked together to get the good stuff. 

I love that they will remember these moments. 

 I love that my friend got the baby girl she dreamed of.

I love this hilarious bike. 

 I love this boy more and more and more with each day that passes.

I love this family. We share such funny jokes and sweet memories. 

I love that my boy and his uncle are so close. 

 I love cousins.

 I love that my baby felt like a big boy out there.

I love her innocence. 

 I love his too.

 I love my babies.

 I love that I captured this perfect moment.

 I love that I got this one too.

 I love that my man is still friends with the same boys since childhood.

 I love a busy, full house.

I love our babies together. 

 I love their squeals.

 I love their joy.

 I love his blue eyes.

 

 I love these memories on a warm summer evening.

 I love the easy friendships that evolve naturally.

I love friends that are family and family that are friends. The lines are hazy sometimes. 

I love my crazy boy. 

 I love this picture.

 I love when laughter fills the air.

 I love my nephew oh so much.

 

 I love that he wouldn't stop cleaning. Hilarious!

I love the love that is shared. 

 

 I love that we were able to share a day that lasted into the night.

I love the anticipation of fireworks. 

 I love this family.

 

 I love my family too.

I love little girls with sparklers! 

 I love the next few pictures!

 I love that Daddy is their hero!

 I love that he got to do his own fireworks!

 I love that they are best friends!

 I love their love.

 I love that they are mine.

 This weekend, we celebrated freedom in our home town with a parade, a cookout, and fireworks with friends and family. We were rollin' 30 deep with a crew that shares so much laughter, so many memories, and so many more great times ahead. We piled into my house and yard to be together, to love and pass around one another's babies, to share stories and inside jokes, to prepare food together, to clink glasses together, and to spend the day focused on what matters the very most.