cool.

{too true.}

we {the wightman family} have our own definition of cool, but each of us completely understand it. if we see some girl with awesome hair {most likely cut short, died really dark or really blond, styled like nobody else}, an equally as awesome outfit {probably homemade from fabrics she found in her grandmother’s hope chest or bought from di and adapted to fit in with her hip attitude}, walking the streets like she is from new york {crossing whenever she pleased}, then each one of us would say “look at that cool girl over there.” and there would be no question about which “girl over there” we are referring too. of course mom has a different idea of cool: good posture, smiling a lot, taking a lot of pictures as courtney labels cool as anyone with sweet tattoos, a big hippie bag, and most likely a gage or two. anyways, we love cool. and you know what, my lovelies; i think you guys are cool.

oh and when we were driving to st George on thursday my mom asked my dad if he thought she was cool when they were dating. he said of course then proceeded to tell me about some cool outfit she wore on some cool date that they went on and basked in each others’ coolness.

i love this family of mine.