From a few months ago over our 1 year wedding anniversary.
I met you three years ago to this day, and I remember every tiny detail about that day, despite having no idea that this complete stranger I had met up with would become my husband later. I remember the bear hug you gave me and I remember thinking you kinda had crazy hair (at the time) and I remember telling Kate I thought you were really nice and very comfortable to be around and I remember thinking to myself that there was no way I was getting involved with this guy, and yet we didn’t stop talking for one single day after that day, three years ago today. I’m so glad I married you and I’m so glad you’re my best friend. I’ll always be in love with you and your gentle eyes.
We care so much about letting them grow; why do we not put as much attention into feeding our own roots? We allow distraction to rule over the beauty that already sits right in front of us.
There is something so comforting to me about being on the road. The act of driving itself, I love. I love the rules and structure of driving. Even when I was a kid, I'd ask to push the grocery cart for my mom and I would obey all of the rules of the road (pushing my cart on the right side, shoulder checking to pass, stopping at the end of an aisle before looking both ways and turning). Driving is comforting to me. And then, of course, there's the sense of adventure. Of getting lost and seeing new things. Of the unknown. Of the ability to both escape and arrive somewhere. Here's a recent place I drove to when I was in Nevada with my mom, recommended to me by my southern baptist grandmother:
"When I first saw it, I thought to myself, is this what hell looks like? Of course, I don't wanna know." I could write an entire novel about her.
Hell, heaven, wherever this place, I could have stayed here forever. I've never seen a place as colorful and vibrant (despite being a desert) before. Shot on film.
Some family members of mine moved to a tiny little town just outside of Las Vegas. I went down to see them a few weeks ago and decided to skip the Vegas strip entirely. Here's what I found...
Shot on film.