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Another mountain climbed

Another chapter in my life is finished. I am now, officially, a college graduate.

After three and a half years, countless tests, numerous papers, and a several late nights I am finished with my undergraduate career.

Honestly, I feel strange. Much like my high school graduation didn’t hit me until school started the next year, I’m not sure it’s all sunk in yet. I mean, I’m really done? How can that be. It seems like I just started the other day. In some ways, I feel like a scared eighteen year old, wondering exactly where my Comp I class is. At the same time, I know I have grown into a strong, independent women.


An independent women who happened to have a rockin’ GPA, by the way. Oh, an independent women who made it all the way across the stage without tripping and falling. In heals.

(That is actually the real accomplishment, friends.)

In five days I’ll be a married women. How completely bizarre is that?!

I’ll check in as often as possible.

(Please forgive me for any typos made in this post. I also survived my bachelorette party last night.)



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Words of Wisdom

the long road



“You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.” ~Desmond Tutu



“An idea not coupled with action will never get any bigger than the brain cell it occupied.” ~Arnold Glasow



“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.” ~Mark Twain



“Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude to you – not because they are nice, but because you are.” ~Author Unknown


Baby Samuel

“Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.” ~Chili Davis



Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. ~Attributed to Howard Thurman


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Life’s not the breaths you take…

Twenty-four hours ago, a series of events took place that has left me feeling uneasy with the world. Suddenly, I feel like I don’t have it all figured out. Maybe the things that are important to me aren’t really what I should be worrying about.

I should start back at the beginning. On Tuesday afternoon, a clean-cut, normal looking man went on a rampage in our nearest “city.” It’s where I go to get groceries, where my college is located, where I bought my wedding dress. I have always imagined it to be a perfectly safe place and have never worried about being attack while visiting.

First, the man approached a women who had a flat tire. She was on the side of the road when he pulled out a pistol, demanding that she get into his white pick-up truck. The women fought back, escaping his grasp.

The man took off, stopping at a Love’s truck stop where he focused his attention on a new target. A sixty-three year old grandmother was leaving the store with her three grandchildren. The man decided to take the women’s twelve-year old granddaughter in broad daylight. The grandmother wasn’t having any of it and jumped in front of the children, telling them man to “leave them alone.” He coldly pulled out his pistol, shooting the women in the back. She would later die on the way to the hospital.

I knew that women. Her name was Sharrel and she lived three houses down from my high school. Every Halloween, she would make a huge batch of popcorn balls that she would hand out to the local youngsters. She was active in her church and a super nice lady.

She died defending her grandchildren.

The man didn’t stop there. Once again, he jumped into his pick-up searching for another target. This time, he spotted two eleven year old girls who were walking down a road. He stopped, forcing one of the girls into his vehicle. When the brave girl saw a policeman drive by, she jumped out of the moving pick-up.

The police chased after the man. He stopped, shooting at the officers from his vehicle. He was eventually shot and killed by law enforcement officials.

Things like this suddenly make me realize how quick I could lose everything. A women from my home town was murdered this week. People who live in a town of one hundred people aren’t supposed to be murdered.


Wear your best dress.


Get your toes done.


Smile. Laugh. Hug your loved ones.


Take time to smell the flowers.


Watch a sunset.


Treat every single day as if it could be your last.

“Life’s not the breaths you take
The breathing in and out
That gets you through the day
Ain’t what it’s all about
Ya just might miss the point
If ya don’t slow down the pace
Life’s not the breaths you take
But the moments that take your breath away.”

(Credit goes to George Strait for the song lyrics. I lurve him.)

PhotoStory Friday
Hosted by Cecily and Lolli


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Beauty all around us

Photography has taught me a lot about beauty. I used to think of beauty as something formal, something all “done up” and posed. Now I realize that real beauty is much more than that.

I am constantly looking (and finding) beauty around me… Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it is much more unexpected.

Beauty is the relationships between people. The smile of two sisters, the hugs of a couple, the love in a mother’s eye.


Beauty is in the little things. The moments that make you smile. The memories that one wants to bottle up and remember forever.


Beauty is diversity. The uniqueness of a smile. The things that make us each different and oh so special.

Crystal & boys

Beauty is in the miracles that happen around us everyday. The fact that the sunrises each morning and sets at night. The things that happen that we just can’t explain.


Beauty is joy, like dancing across the kitchen floor singing your favorite song. Smiling at a joke, laughing with a friend, and getting caught up in the moment.


Beauty is often found in nature. So often I look at the great beauty around me, smile and think, “Yes, there is a God.” Because there is no way that all this happened on accident.

Amber waves of grain

Where do you find beauty?


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Let freedom ring!

On Saturday night, it rained.

It was the most amazing, perfect, beautiful rain ever. Why? Because it gave us a much needed two-day break from harvest. When the wheat gets wet, the combines must be turned off. The trucks sit in the field. And the food lady gets to rest.

That’s me, folks. I got to rest.

Let Freedom Ring

And I got to go to a firework show…. where I took pictures in manuel.

I have a confession. I almost always use my settings on my camera. I know, I know. I’m a total photography newb. (Is that even how you spell newb?)

But I’ve been changed. I’m going to start shooting in manuel. I ordered three books last week and am just waiting on them. I’m going to figure it all out. I promise.

Right now, I’m just pretty dang excited that I got sharp pictures of fireworks.

What did you do for the 4th of July?


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My very own fairytale

You & Me

Share Your Life at Kelly’s Korner today is about proposals. I’m pretty sure that I have one of the best proposal stories ever. Seriously. Colby was so romantic. Our proposal was unique and my ring still takes my breath away. It was the perfect day.

I posted about it way back in January. Check out this entry to read the entire story.

And yes, Colby is totally a keeper. 🙂

Don’t forget to check out Kelly’s Korner for more great stories.


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My marriage is doomed

I’m a bit frustrated right now… I learned today that a local busy-body who thinks that she knows the in-and-outs of my relationship was talking about Colby and I’s chances of having a successful marriage. That’s normal in a small town, but it still gets on my nerves.

First off, this girl isn’t my friend or even someone that I talk to from time to time. Instead, she’s an individual I would go out of my way to avoid if I could. Really, I try to like everyone, but I’m not into gossips… at all.


Second off, she told my sister that she didn’t think we were going to have a successful marriage… because we didn’t fight enough. Yep, you read that right. She said, “All healthy marriages have some kind of disagreements.”

Did I mention that this girl lives with her abusive boyfriend that calls her names on a daily basis? That she tells him, “I love you,” and he refuses to say it back? That she doesn’t know me at all… much less the private details of my relationship? Heck, she’s not even my facebook friend?

Colby and I have a solid relationship and rarely argue. From time to time, we will get into small disagreements that usually resolve around him working too much and me getting whiney. We don’t hold back our opinions or bottle up frustrations. Honestly, we just get along really well and rarely have disagreements. When we do quarrel we have two basic rules:

1.) We don’t fight in front of other people. Ever. First off, it makes others uncomfortable. Real life should not be like a Jerry Springer episode. Second, those who watch a disagreement usually remember them long after the individuals involved have forgiven each other. Lastly, we don’t believe that our disagreements are anyone else’s business.

2.) We don’t yell or call names. When we get angry we discuss our problems in a mature manner. I decided to not yell in arguments after I had a particularly aggressive roommate who would snap and yell over the tiniest things. If someone starts yelling at me, I get angry, even if I wasn’t before. I believe that yelling gets you no where in a disagreement and will cause more harm then good.

What do you guys think, is my marriage doomed because Colby and I get along too well? Should I start cussing him out the next time we are in public and he says something dumb?

Honestly, do you have any “fighting rules” in your relationships?


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