My Man Rocks {you've got to see this} and My Daughter is Now Officially Almost a Teenager. {InstaFriday}

Let's start this post off right shall we?
This is my man.
That is my nine year old son's t-shirt.
It is purple and about 5 sizes too small.
He is totally sporting rockstar fingers in this photo.
He is shameless when it comes to making his kids smile.
He is all mine ladies.
Sorry.



Picked this from my garden.



It ended up in here.



Then here.
Green mustache to match his eyes.



Don't judge.
I heart Steve Perry.



My girl turned 12 this week.
All she wanted to do was pick up a car full of friends...and shop.
All my fears of whether or not I have raised her right were immediately put to rest.
Phew.



We visited with cows...
And closed down Forever 21.



We also ate fried dough and smelled like a walking perfume sample.
It was awesome.



She wanted a new guitar for her birthday.
She had one already but it was old and cheap and had a little brother sized crack in it.
Callused fingertips and constant playing left us with the reality that this was no passing phase.
So we agreed to go in halvsey with her on it.
{Before you have a coronary...we did not buy the guitar in the picture.}



She is now the proud owner of her very own Taylor.



We ended the day in Downtown Nashville at Maggiano's.
She was serenaded by an opera singer in Italian.
So cool.
She was only slightly mortified.



It was a fabulous week of celebrating 12 years of Maggie, but by far my favorite memory happened the moment she officially turned 12.
Riding in the front seat is a rite of passage she has been looking forward to pestering me about for a long time.
When the clock struck midnight on her birthday, I loaded her up in the front seat and we went for a drive.
Just the two of us.
Windows down.
Singing "Baby" at the top of our lungs.
Holding hands.
Have I told you lately how much I love having a daughter?







"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"