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I feel extremely excited to share this blog with you. (Warning: If you hate beautiful rocks then you will dislike this blog. And this may be long.) If you would like to hear a little bit about how my husband and I landed in Arizona, click over to part one of the wedding I shot near Phoenix to read about it. (And here is part two in case you got hooked.)
I’m going to somewhat backtrack to the day we flew into Phoenix. It was a sad day leaving our sweet eight-month-old boy at home with my parents. I think we Facetimed him like three times before we even touched down in Arizona. My heart was sad, but an adventure is what Brandon and I have needed for quite sometime. We still dream of adventure and traveling. We love wheeling our suitcases through long airports and people watching. I love people watching…and hearing all the different languages flying around. It’s beautiful chaos. It’s the butterfly feeling of going to somewhere unseen–breathing new air, photographing different terrain and meeting new people.
We flew into Salt Lake City, Utah. I love Utah! I remember traveling through there as a kid, and it was so unearthly and so unique in its beauty. I was excited for Brandon to see a little of it. (Even though I claimed the window seat.) We flew into a snow storm. Yep, a snow storm. It was blowing like crazy as I stared out the windows of the airport eating my gyro as fast as I could, so not to miss our next flight. As soon as we were about to take off, the storm passed, and it was a blue sky. Crazy. read more
March has seriously been insane. Brandon and I were gone almost every weekend, traveling. The weekend I’m sharing now is just one of the many trips I took in March. I feel like this month has seriously been one of the most amazing–yet emotional–months for me since I’ve had Laef. The next five weeks or so, I’ll be blogging a lot about March. Baby showers in Florida, funerals in Georgia, weddings and our anniversary in Arizona, an incredible moment toasting to seven years of marriage over the Grand Canyon, our sun setting over lady Sedona’s red rocks, chatting and talking about the Lord by a fire with an inn keeper family, being so overtaken by the Lord’s love while staring at snow capped mountains in the middle of Indian Reservation, deserts with the edge of the Grand Canyon beside me…oh man! So, so much…and I’m not kidding. lol.
The Lord has been extremely present to me this month. And it’s almost so much that I feel overwhelmed with the amount of stuff I wish I could say, or even emotions I wish I could remember. I believe that they would have been scripted beautifully on my glassy computer screen if I had only had a moment to jot down the emotional chemistry I felt with the nature created by Jesus. But maybe I can redeem those moments with my words. We will see. Hopefully I can relive some of those tears by letting my soul out through my keyboard.
So here goes week one of March.
The first weekend of March, our family ventured down to Jacksonville, Florida to celebrate something amazing. My best friend, Sharon, and her husband, Ferrill, are adopting a baby boy in just a few short weeks. (Read her story here.) His name is Isaac and I’m over the moon excited for them! Sharon has been so much to my heart throughout the last 4 years. We have cried together about the crazy roller coaster of life. Through disappointments, pain, beauty, hopelessness, depression, thankfulness, hope, and now Baby Gallaway, we have followed each other’s hearts down the cliffs of life and down the passageways of the soul. I’m so thankful to have a friend who knows me so well. It was only the kindness of the Lord to bring her into my life.
So as a baby shower gift and also an opportunity to encourage and celebrate Sharon as a new mom. Three of her friends and I rented a bed and breakfast in Saint Augustine, FL. It is actually one of the oldest bed and breakfast inns in the nation. It was so incredibly lovely. Sigh. I get warm and fuzzy thinking about us pulling into the gravel parking lot with the Spanish moss blowing above our heads in the wind. We walked into this lovely old home trying to not act like we were fifteen. We got a cottage that sleeps six people. We spent time cooking dinner, sipping coffee and sweet tea while laughing so much among the purple flowers, fish ponds, Spanish moss, and bamboo plants on the back patio. We walked the streets of Saint Augustine in the evening hours, buying chocolate and popsicles from one of my favorite places in Saint Augustine (The Hyppo) feeling the ocean breeze and talking about the goodness and faithfulness of the Lord in our lives individually. We stayed up into the early morning hours chatting like high school girls and painting our toenails while watching “Say Yes to the Dress.” It was so good for my soul.
The next morning we had a wonderful breakfast with fresh latte’s. We then gave Sharon our gifts for baby Isaac. We prayed, cried together and blessed her on this beautiful road ahead of her, thanking the Lord for even the difficult process of it all. His timing is so perfect.
To top the day off we rode bikes around Saint Augustine and let the wind carry us along the cobblestone streets past small, old cottages with blooming bushes. We had lunch and shopped at the little shops along the ocean bay.
It was an absolutely incredible and relaxing, yet emotional weekend. (I lost my Grandmother the next day. Crazy! I hope to blog about this as well.)
I took a few photos to share with you all. Just some fun moments we all shared together. I also included photos of Baby Isaac’s room. I love it.
Please keep Sharon and Ferrill in your prayers the next few weeks. Hoping this adoption process will go smooth and amazing! Hopefully I’ll be blogging photos of Isaac very soon! eeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
Rebecca and Jesse were our neighbors for years and years. We had the best snowball fights in the winter, pumpkin carving in the fall, fireworks in the summer and hiking in the spring. Late nights spent doing pranks on our other neighbors, taking long walks around our neighborhood and laughing for hours. We love the Graston’s. Last year they moved a little ways away, to a beautiful farm. They had their first baby and we still miss them living a few doors down. Every now and then we go out to “Grastonia”… shoot guns, go four wheeling, badminton, bbq, and swing on the hammock listening to the peacefulness of farm life.
Their beautiful boy, David turned one this month. I took some photos of this fabulous day! Enjoy! ;D
Happy Birthday David!
I wanted to share my little simple sweetness with you all. It’s sorta the little bit of excitement that keeps me going at times. Walking into my little boy’s room and sitting in his glider letting the light touch the walls. I can absolutely say that I am not ready for this extreme challenge. I am more of a realist when it comes to things being tough. I tend to over dramatize the situation in hopes to not to be disappointed or come out short. (I wouldn’t say its a negative thing…just me.) Brandon and I took child birthing/prep classes this last weekend. And boy, was it a bit overwhelming.
I hope for a grace to be with me during the time of gettin’ this kid out! haha. Lord knows.
So here is Laef’s little room. I’m a pretty simple decorator. I can’t stand baby cheese decor or light blues, yellows, pinks… =p (I can handle the light green….. slightly.) Brandon and I wanted to go for something that went along with Laef’s name. We named him after Leif Ericson the great viking explorer who discovered America. And we spelled it differently because we didn’t want people to call him “Leaf”. We want it pronounced “Layf”. (His poor teachers, right?) His name means “Heir,” “Descendant,” “One who is loved,” and his middle name “Owen” means “Well-born” or “Born of nobility.”
So we chose the “theme” of voyage, explorer, nations, maps, paper boats, ships, lanterns, burlap, etc. I think it’s appropriate. And I keep thinking of that scripture, “Blessed is the man whose heart is set on a pilgrimage.” – Psalm 84:5
If you remember, I painted my office from yellow to “Willow Tree” by Sherwin Williams. (See my blog/before and after here.) We kept the wall color and my office got kicked to downstairs. (It’s okay… I got a fabulous desk and a new iMac, I won’t die.)
This past weekend was an incredibly crazy time for Brandon and me. On Saturday, I (with two second shooters help) shot a beautiful wedding (which I can’t wait to blog!) at just about 34 weeks pregnant. (Shy one day) My husband snapped this photo of me below. For a brief moment I had to flip off the shoes…
Back in November I went with my brother and sister in law to get matching tattoos. (Sorry its taken me forever to share these) It was a pretty interesting experience considering I don’t have any tattoos and really haven’t spent much time around the culture of it. I love what they picked, its very “Sam & Jess.” I documented a few photos from it and my brother who is a videographer documented a video. You can also visit Jess’ blog to hear her story about the tattoos. The artist for their tattoo’s is Mara from Neither Snow. They went to “Ace Custom Tattoo’s” in Charlotte, NC and Chris Stuart did their ink.
A wonderful six years it has been of being married! I won’t go into all of the great details of married life…if you care to hear it all over again, you can click here. I think anyone that knows me well enough knows how much I adore spending time with my husband. And I have nothing but good things to say about married life. Celebrating this year was a bit different for us considering I’m a human incubator and I have sweet Baby Finch (what I like to call him) growing inside of me. (I’ll update you and talk more about this in a bit.)
On my wonderful wedding day, a family friend came up to me and gave me some advice which, while well-intentioned, still puzzles me to this day: “If you can just get through the first year of marriage, it will all be worth it.” Thankfully, I have to say that our first year of marriage was far from being the hardship his words portended. Spending that first year in a tiny, one-bedroom apartment, having to walk up three flights of steps repeatedly with all of our groceries, “cooking” spaghetti every other night for dinner, both of us working full-time jobs (with one car to share)…all that normal first-year marriage stuff…it wasn’t that bad. That first year was full of joy, anticipation, excitement–dancing to Norah Jones in our small, candlelit living room, buying our first home, decorating that home, laughing continually…etc…it was ever so, well, wonderful. We didn’t just drudge through our first year; we loved it. Marriage has been fresh air in my lungs, day in and day out. We are so blessed that we feel the way we feel about each other.