Good morning, my Dears! I'm afraid this blog is becoming a photography blog, which is fine by me, I just hadn't thought of it like that until recently. I suppose it has always been one, because I just can't post anything without a pretty picture. But, of all the hobbies that I enjoy, photography is my favorite. I like knitting and sewing. Sewing more than knitting. I crochet because I want to make something cute, not because I enjoy crocheting. I cook because I like good food. But what I enjoy most is taking photos of all of it! I hope I am getting better at it. Taking pictures of still things is easy, but taking pictures of wiggly boys is much harder! I love getting tips from great photographers, like my friends Casey, and Brittany, and my cousin-in-law Briana.
These photos are from this morning. I stepped out onto the patio barefooted. It was cool and fresh out there. I had moved all the furniture onto the grass to clean the patio and so the rain fell on them. I love how a black wrought-iron table can look shiny and brilliantly beautiful in the morning sunlight, all thanks to the large aperture I can get with my 50mm 1.8.
The patio was dirty and had creative artworks in areas where boys got artistic with colored pencils. So we got into our swim gear, armed ourselves with new sponges and dish-soap, and had a major slip-and-cleaning-slide. I'm so thankful I didn't have to rush anyone to the ER - it was not exactly a safe activity. I had images of smashed, bloody, mouthfuls of missing teeth flitting through my mind in between reminders of "Be careful!"s to the Rowdies. But, we all survived, and now the patio is all beautiful! (And isn't it funny that I don't have a single pic of the actual patio after all this patio talk?)
I don't just clean patios for fun, ya know. We are moving! In two weeks! We are leaving Texas forever, as well as 10 years in the military as Active duty. My husband got a civilian job in the Minneapolis area where the majority of our family members live. Thank you for your prayers, they worked! We already know the parish we are going to belong to, as well. I have been there a few times while on vacation. It is wonderful, and Grandma & Grandpa go there too. Yay!
I'm soooooo excited! We are looking for a house. Our permanent house. The one I want to grow old in. I don't ever want to move again, ever. Can you blame me? Since marrying my husband, we have moved...seven times. Seven times in nine years. I can't even think about it without feeling anxiety in my gut.
I have many expectations for how life will be without the dark cloud of the military lifestyle over my head. I know there is no way to be prepared for such a major lifestyle change. I will try to just let every day come and see what new things it brings.
Enjoy being together. Enjoy being with family. Enjoy meeting new friends.
|Got a shellac pedicure for Mother's Day and some new shoes. Love 'em both!|