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A beautiful Saturday morning spent in Saint Paul.

I went to my first Farmer's Market today. Yes, first. I can't believe it either. I've always, always, ALWAYS wanted to go, but never made it down there. Today, we got up early, and set off for Saint Paul. I love the downtown area. Someday, I just want to go exploring and take a bunch of pictures of my beloved city.

I shot a few pictures of random buildings and also some pictures from the market itself. I love capturing memories through a lens. Simon was a little overwhelmed by the enormous crowd of people (it was crazy-busy) and wanted to be held the entire time, which was unusual for him.


We ended our morning, by stopping by the grand re-opening of the Roseville library. Holy cow, they did an amazing job. I LOVE libraries. I remember when I first moved here and saw the Roseville branch library. Lets just say I wasn't impressed. I was pretty disappointed, especially after being completely spoiled by our library in Fort Wayne. God must have heard my grumblings and decided to shut me up and make me feel at home here, because after a couple of years, they started to construct a new and much improved facility. Yes, they did it just for me. :p.

(The pictures of the actual library didn't turn out too well. I'm sure my friend Abby will have MUCH better pictures that will do the new building justice).

I love hanging out with my boys and getting out and enjoying the city. I'm falling more and more in love with Minnesota as time goes by. I'm proud that this beautiful state my home. :)

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Random picture taken just an hour ago outside in our back "yard". How cute.



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  1. yay for awesome Saturdays! So glad you're not a Farmers Market virgin anymore. Maybe some Saturday soon, you me and Rosanna can get up early and go to the MPLS FM - it's really cool too.

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  2. Ooh, that would be SO much fun!!

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