Rockin' my new accessory.

Guess what I got.

Guess.

You'll never guess.

But go on.  Try.

I can't take it anymore.  I'll tell you.

Not only did my husband hand pick a beautiful white and gold sundress for me for my birthday, but he also got me something else I wanted.  Something I needed.  Something I desired.  Something I sinfully coveted.  Something that was required for our homestead to truly be a homestead.

Can you guess what it is yet?

Okay, fine, I'll really tell you this time.

It's this:

No.  Not the baby.  Although, heck, why not?  But no - it's the sunhat!  A floppy, wide brimmed, deliciously wonderful sunhat.  And it is so wonderful that I didn't take it off for the next thirty six hours.  I even drove with it on, which is (please take note for future reference) a severe driving hazard.  Peripheral view?  What's that?  Pedestrians crossing the road?  I would have no idea.  Lucky for me, no pedestrians were run over and no cars were slammed into...so I was able to enjoy the wearing of my hat for the remainder of the drive to my parents house.

Georgia loved it.  Obviously.

I love her.  Obviously.

Once I arrived at my parents house to show off my latest favorite accessory, I found this little munchkin running through the yard.  And then I remembered how much I love little boys.  They are wonderful.  Messy, slobbery, rambunctious, destructive forces-of-nature.  What fascinating little monsters they are.

And take note of this as well.  They are quite destructive when watering garden beds.  My Mom's advice of "try to do it like it's just raining on the plants" was interpreted as "change the setting to a fire-hose-pressure-spray and aim directly at the tender seedlings".  Apparently, there was a lapse in communication.

The sun was out.  The creek was raging.  The lilacs were blooming.

And I was wearing a fabulous hat.  It really made me feel like a homesteader.  Like I could be out in the fields digging up my potatoes.  Or hanging my laundry on the line. 

Or, as real life would have it: cooking dinner, hanging with my Mama, chasing babies, and sipping a margarita.

Which, in my humble opinion, is still a good enough excuse to wear such a hat.  And therefore, I did.

The end.