A Touch Of Tyrell

In all my years in Utah, Arizona & Colorado I'd never been to (or even seen) Lake Powell. Bridget, the youngest of us girls, has been dreaming of taking her bridal pictures at Lake Powell for years. Lucky for me, I was invited along to help take some pictures.  Friday morning I drove to Page, AZ where my mom had rented an Airbnb for the weekend. We didn't waste any time. We went to a local paddle boarding shop and asked for the best place to paddle board and how to get there.  A leathery 'old' man with piercing blue eyes gave us directions and a map. He told us about a really cool place between the rocks where you can paddle back for a while.  I couldn't stop oooooooohing and ahhhhhhing at how beautiful all was.  The rocks, sky, color of water, and the natural beauty of it all (although I guess it is a man-made dam??).  We just go right in and started paddling.... and talking.... and totally messing up all the directions the leathery man with blue eyes gave ...

At five and a half Breckie is our professional family crafter. She is such a little creator and junk collector! She crafts and colors and cuts and glues all day long! She has glitter pens and shopkins and baggies of homemade slime and trinkets in all over the place.  She is our gift giver.  She hardly has a pain tolerance at all. She came home with bandaids for the first few weeks of school with very minor abrasions underneath :) She likes baking and watching crafting/toy videos on YouTube.   Since we didn't do preschool she seems to have a ways to go when it comes to writing. A lot of her letters get written backwards and after she writes the first line left to right, she will write the next like right to left with the letters mirrored.  She's pretty shy/timid which sometimes seems to translate into unfriendliness... but I understand. #storyofmylife These pictures are a...