Why hello there, old friend!

It's been too long.

I'm going to do better, and that's all I'm going to say about that.

I'm not working anymore. Jeff has a splendiferous job that allows me to stay home and pursue my passions, or at least keep the house a *little* cleaner.

I have a few things going on. I am shooting a wedding in a week and a half, then I have an event later in the month that I have to be tight lipped about until it happens.

I'm on the planning committee for Paradise Praise Fest 2010, which is a local Christian music festival that involves all the churches in our small town uniting to make beautiful music and set aside our differences!

I'm really excited about this, very very very excited!!!
I just got back from doing a photo shoot for the promotional pictures we're going to use.

What you do think!???




And then there's this one (a personal favorite):



Lastly, my 100% most loved shot of the day...



Isn't she gorgeous!? I love her hands...

So anyway, I got some great shots and she was a trooper. She walked all over the lava rock in 100 degree heat with no shoes on. Well, I let her put her shoes on for the last one, that would hurt too badly to jump with no shoes!

*proving I have some semblance of empathy*

What else?Phew, there's been a lot! Ok...here goes.

We visited grandma Jewy (Judy...but that's how the kids pronounce her name and it's fitting since, well, she's a heeb):



I'm now down 76 big lbs!!! -4 to go until goal weight!!!




And planted our garden!



That's all from our simple life, how's yours?

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. ~Louisa May Alcott

Maybe I'm feeling introspective because it's so late.

I really don't know.

I know this, I'm typing with my eyes closed because it feels beautiful. Letting my fingers run over the keys, knowing which ones I'm touching without looking...it feels so right.
I guess that's a lot like a good marriage.

I know my husband.

I know how NOT to look at him if I'm just not in "the mood", because that look will surely get me into trouble. I know that he likes his head rubbed because he wears a hat all day and it's just not the same when you have to rake your fingers through your own hair. I know when we fight, that he's in bed thinking how sorry he is and I'm out here typing away in a frenzy. He's really wishing he could say something, but he's too scared to. Of course, he knows, I'll still make him sweat it out 'till the morning when he can crawl over to me and wait for me to look at him with approval. I know he thinks I'm beautiful, even though I don't. He loves my curves, when I hate them so much. He thinks my goofy faces are funny and cute, not scary. He thinks every man is looking at me and every woman wishes she could be me.

I hope in 10, 20, 30 years, I know a whole new set of things about him. I hope we still have secret dialog. I hope we're still comfortable with silence, sometimes, for an entire day. I hope his tummy still dances when I walk in the room, as he claims it does now.

Mostly, I hope my girls look at us and see. I hope they see two people that really like each other. I hope they see that you can fight, and you can make up. You can be angry, and happy, and sad, and a little boring, and still have a very healthy marriage.

I hope they marry someone just like their Daddy, because nobody else will be good enough.