The Bucket List Gets Skinnier.

Last night I got to knock one thing off my bucket list- Matthew took me to see Jewel in concert.  She was by far the most entertaining acoustic singer I've ever seen.  She had the audience laughing at her stories and you could have heard a pin drop when she began to strum that guitar.  The audience was entralled. 

On Sunday I get to see my musical crush, Glen Hansard in concert.  I hope my husband will be understanding of my swooning.  I mean, there's no avoiding it. It is going to be splendid.

Now that I've marked those two things off the list...there are a few more items left:

-Go to Iceland.

-Sing a song ALONE on stage (not just hiding in the background, as I've been doing for years.)

-Have twins.  I realize I cannot control this.  But it's on there anyway.

-Take my ASL test that I'm so scared of and become a dignified interpreter.

-Live on a ranch with a creek and own a blue-eyed horse.

-Try eggplant.  It looks like a slug, but something about that purply weirdness is intriguing.

What is on your bucket list?

A Peek of My Latest Obsession...

Growing up my mom always had antiques all over the house and she was just beyond fascinated with them.  Old schools desks, handkerchiefs, wooden armoires.  All I could think of them was that this bed was too creaky and all the people who had blown their nose in this hanky, but to her they were pieces of history that were worth more than treasure.  They had a certain smell she loves and she often would say how she wished they could tell the story of where they had been and what they had seen some hundred years ago.  I admit I mostly thought it strange and at times a bit creepy. 

UNTIL I went into an antique shop myself.  This weekend I don't know what came over me but as we were driving on our way to a shoot I impulsively told Matthew to pull over so we could go meander around an antique shop.  It was love at first smell, touch, & sight.  I stumbled across an old baby carriage and you would've thought my eyes had just spotted a Tiffany's diamond ring loose in a parking lot.  And I got it for $25?!  What!  I also purchased an old piece of luggage for $2.  I already see my love of historical belongings becoming a fast obsession.  We may need to buy a storage unit if I get too out of control... which I totally have a tendency to do.

Without further ado, here is the maternity session I shot for my sister-in-law this weekend with the stroller making a cameo in the background.  Isn't she one beautiful pregnant woman?  I mean, for reals.  We should all be so lucky.

Sometimes, I Just Need to Talk to a Woman.

You know what I mean?  I have discovered a little nugget of truth: Men are fixers.  And some days I don't want my problem fixed, I just want a friend to tell me that I'm understood.  I can be completely ballistic and unrruly and they will sit and listen to what I'm feeling.  Men have a tendency to hear a problem and immediately seek a way to find a solution.  But many problems can't be fixed and having a little comfort along the way is the closest we get to finding a fix.  This isn't just with my husband, it's with my dad, my guys friends, brother, all people male.

I'm convinced this is one of the main reasons us girls have each other.  We provide that system of support.  And even just to have one kindred friend, is a bountiful blessing for me.  I have a friend like that and last time I was in town I snapped some shots of her and Matthew took some pictures of us as well.  We laughed and giggled at how embarrassed we were to be in front of the camera but it was fun.  And I inevitably had 1,294 chigger bites the next day.  But it was totally worth it :)

The White Flag

A couple weekends ago when I was meeting with an old friend...they asked me about Matthew and I's relationship and said "do yall ever fight?!"  I took it as a compliment that they even asked- as if to be a  sign that we seem to get along well enough that they wonder if we do in fact disagree.  I laughed probably louder than necessary and replied "Of course!  We are human."  And after that weekend, on our way back into Austin, we started up a small spark of a disagreement that shortly turned into a rampant forest fire.  We fought through several small counties until we finally were ready to lay our guard down and learn to respect what the other was saying. Basically, it came down to me being stubborn and him trying to deal with me, which of course only fanned my flames at the thought of being handled like a small child.

But in our almost 2 years of marriage, I have learned the importance of having grace.  And I do believe it goes for all relationships.  It's so hard for our stubborn nature to lay it all out, especially at the risk that what we have will not be well-received.  In the midst of personality-clashes it feels like it would take the strength of Hercules to put the other person's needs before their own, but really it just takes the strength of one humble heart.  There are certainly times when I can't fathom anything but my own way as being right, but grace lends a hand and makes a path for understanding and even acceptance.   It compells me to lay down my armour and wave that crispy clean white flag.

And after our argument, the rest of the way home concluded in Yo Momma Jokes said in the Moto Moto voice from Madagascar.  Perhaps aside from grace, humility, and mercy... alot of it is not taking yourself too seriously?!

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