Archive for the category "personal"

Happy Birthday John Bollwitt

Comments 11 by Rebecca Bollwitt

Twice a year (for our anniversary and John’s birthday) I do a write-up about how important my husband is to me. I start to cry while typing, I get an email from my mom about how I made her cry, and it becomes one big huge sap-fest. This year, I’m going to keep things light.

Backyard Photowalk

Comments 3 by Rebecca Bollwitt

When I was young I remember waking up summer mornings, sun blazing through my East-facing window and warming the foot of my bed. My cat would hop across my sheet-covered legs to sprawl then bask in the rays. She would lay there until either her movements or the heat forced me to get up and […]

Field of Dreams Movie Site in Iowa

Comments 2 by Rebecca Bollwitt

During our trip to Iowa this time around we made it to the Field of Dreams movie site in Dyersville. Tour bus loads of baseball teams, families on picnic blankets, and old friends playing a round of catch all flock to this site made famous by Hollywood. Although it was the first time I felt […]

Dubuque to Cedar Rapids Iowa

Comments 1 by Rebecca Bollwitt

Monday turned out to be far more productive than anyone thought given the previous day’s festivities on the Fourth of July. We hopped in the car and headed East into Dubuque for lunch at the Dubuque Star Brewery. Located along the Mississippi and heavily populated by mayflies (aka fishflies) the old brick building that once […]

Our Experience with Nordica Photography

Comments 6 by Rebecca Bollwitt

We were fortunate enough to have Cole and Jakob from Nordica Photography approach us to do a couples photoshoot. After months of trying to connect we finally met up in the West End where John and I posed and smooched for what seemed to be our engagement photos (just 5 years later).

Fourth of July in Iowa

Comments 4 by Rebecca Bollwitt

Yesterday I experienced my first Fourth of July in Iowa. The skies teased with raindrops every few minutes but luckily by noon, when the parade began, the sun had peeked its way through the grey blanket of clouds above. We sat along the side of the road in John‘s hometown as other families with tarps, […]