The Fourth of July has always been one of my very favorite holidays. It's smack dab in the middle of summer (actually more of a kick off to summer here in New England), and it just has an overall happy vibe. Andrew and I actually met this very week 14 years ago, so I suppose I'm extra sentimental about it.
As a little girl, my New England-bred parents (who had been transplanted to Tennessee right around the time I was born), packed up our suburban every summer and drove up the eastern seaboard (sometimes with a boat in tow, sometimes with a dog, and always with four kids with far too much energy for a 22 hour drive) to escape the oppressive southern summers. We instead replaced them with magical New England ones.
Last fall, when we were out shoot for Nantucket Looms Holiday, I had the privilege of staying at The Roberts Collection along with Erin while we were on the island and we fell in love. It's location is just perfect for the days when we are running around like crazy, but even better when we get to stop and enjoy the island for a bit.
There are so many reasons to love Nantucket. Some are obvious (hello gorgeous beaches!). Others are more of a feeling. And those? Those tend to be my favorite. It doesn't matter how many times I hop on a ferry to that little island 30 miles out to sea I always seem to get lost in all the magic that resonates on every cobblestone. So simply strolling the streets of Nantucket always ranks as one of my favorite pastimes when we visit.