tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689286853908104162024-03-19T01:59:54.410-07:00All of Our LoveLRChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12685354844872081744noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368928685390810416.post-42152402589091523662015-02-02T11:05:00.001-08:002015-02-02T11:05:51.333-08:00January 2015 Favorites<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><div style='width:600px;margin:0 auto'><div style='position:relative;'><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/january_2015_favorites/set?.embedder=780073&.svc=blogger&id=148197152' target='_blank'><img border='0' height='539' title='January 2015 Favorites' src='http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/hlMdfdH4JNAPT9l9DFNwA/cid/148197152/id/Hi6EgA6r5BGbCpn3GhGRpA/size/c600x539.jpg' alt='January 2015 Favorites' width='600'/></a></div></div><br/><div style='text-align:center'><small><a href='http://www.polyvore.com/january_2015_favorites/set?.embedder=780073&.svc=blogger&id=148197152' target='_blank'>January 2015 Favorites</a> by <a href='http://lindsaycollette.polyvore.com/?.embedder=780073&.svc=blogger' target='_blank'>lindsaycollette</a> featuring <a href='http://www.polyvore.com/botanics_skin_care/shop?query=botanics+skin+care' target='_blank'>botanics skin care</a></small></div></div>LRChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12685354844872081744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368928685390810416.post-49677571868894484932014-03-24T08:51:00.002-07:002014-03-24T08:54:10.581-07:00PORTSMOUTH, VIRGINIA NEWBORN SESSION: INTRODUCING: J.A.D. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jameson Asher has arrived!</div>
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I was so excited to meet this little guy and photograph him! He's one very lucky baby. He has two super cool parents, and, an extended family full of aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents who are fun, always smiling, and who always seem to be having a good time with one another. Needless to say he'll be loved and cherished by all. </div>
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I would be wrong in labeling this a "Newborn Session", although that was exactly what I did. Just as I had been wrong in labeling this sweet boy's gorgeous mama's session in December "Maternity". That's because Asher, as he'll be called, has a pretty fantastic big brother named Jonah who is three years old and pretty much excited and opinionated about EV-ER-E-THING. He loves (and sometimes insists) to be photographed, and I'm more than inclined to oblige his demands. I love him to pieces. </div>
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It's so much fun for me as a photographer to photograph people I have a relationship with. It's one thing I truly strive for in my business. I feel honored when someone opens their front door, welcoming me into their home wearing sweatpants, with lunch on the coffee table, and laundry on the kitchen table :) I don't say these things to embarrass my friend or client; I delight in these things because these things are so real, and I <i>feed </i>off of sincerity. I'm inspired by it! They also help me personally to see that everyone--<b>EVERYONE</b>--has to deal with the same, unglamorous bits of life. </div>
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<i>Thank you, Julie, Jason, Jonah & Asher, for allowing me into your beautiful, comforting home. It was such an honor to spend an afternoon with you! I wish you all the love and happiness in the world! I hope you look back at these images with love, and remember the sweet moments of these all too fleeting days. </i></div>
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LRChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12685354844872081744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368928685390810416.post-21202886406461215932014-02-26T08:17:00.001-08:002014-02-26T08:18:20.889-08:00HERE COMES LUCY ROSE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday was such a joyous day for our family! I'm so pleased to announce the birth of my niece, Lucille Rose Bennett! Weighing in at seven pounds, three ounces, and measuring nineteen inches long, Miss Lucy has stolen the hearts of all!</div>
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Due to the health concerns and monitoring of Lucy's mama, she was
delivered via c-section, and we had to wait a few (long) hours before
visiting. When I did see her, I could barely contain myself! She has the most beautiful skin, and her head and face are so small and sweet--just like a perfect little apple! (I totally understand Gwenyth Paltrow's statement regarding her daughter's name now. Upon seeing Lucy for the first time, it was the first thing I thought of!) This little girl, my <i>niece</i>, is just a treasure. </div>
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I'm so excited for her to come home, and for everyone to get settled in so I can overstay my welcome, smothering her with all my love and kisses! I'm over-the-moon happy for my brother and his new family, for this new life that has been created. Life is really, really exciting right now!</div>
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<i>Dear Lon, Jenice & Christian,</i></div>
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<i> Congratulations!!! </i></div>
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<i>We love you all, and cannot wait to begin our adventure with our new girl. </i></div>
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<i>xx, LC</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Both Lucy's paternal and maternal grandmothers were there! (These two together are W-I-L-D!</span>)</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">As was her big brother Christian! </span></div>
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Over the last month, I've taken quite a lot of time to pray for wisdom. Wisdom to know where to go, how to get there, and what to do when I arrive. This applies for my life in general, but especially for photography. In my time of reflection, my eyes have been opened to a few occurring themes in my personal life and work, even as a second shooter.<br />
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Some of my closest friends and clients over the years have confided in me with their struggles to conceive. Every story of a missed cycle, negative test, and miscarriage has been gut-wrenching. It really helps me to keep my own blessings in perspective, but it has also helped me to have an open heart for these couples; to relate to them, to see and understand them in a way that maybe others don't.<br />
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One of these couples is Steve & Katie, whom I've known since high school. I've photographed them a few times before, and they've always helped me create beautiful images that I personally <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/18929260906435693/" target="_blank">love</a>. They were the first to share with me their journey through two and a half years of tumultuous fertility treatments, and a devastating miscarriage. From there, the couple decided to concentrate on adopting, which led to it's own complications, frustrations, and setbacks, such as countless fees, interviews, and several failed adoptions.<br />
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The path to a family hasn't been easy, but last November, Steve & Katie finally received a call that would change their life.<br />
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This week, Steve and Katie will finally get their family.<br />
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Before all was final, I met with these two to have their last portrait session as a family of two! I found it so fitting that in this cold, bleak time of the year, new life is truly being established. I recognized a dramatic change in both Steve and Katie; how much more at peace they were, how happy they seemed to be. I personally couldn't be happier for them both, who will no doubt be the most loving and accepting <b>parents</b> to their new <b>daughter</b>! (<i>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</i>)<br />
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It seemed as though this day was just a dream. Time and time again doors were shut, and chances were seized. A story such as Steve and Katie's is a true testament to all the mystery life has in store for us-- how it's possible to have a second, third, (fourth, fifth, etc.) chance, and how perfectly it sums my personal life mantra: <i>Everything happens that's supposed to</i>. There's much learning and growing in the process, and it's not always fun. (In fact, it rarely is). Taking this knowledge and keeping it close is where the fun begins.<br />
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A trillion congratulations to you both. May your lives, and the life of your daughter be forever blessed. I can't wait to meet up with you <i>three </i>in the spring! </div>
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One of the best feelings in the whole wide world is falling asleep on a frosty, foggy evening only to wake up to a whole new world brought on by the beauty of freshly fallen snow! (How's <i>that </i>for alliteration?!) For me, the excitement of a first snow is one of the few pure, happy feelings that hasn't left me from childhood.<br />
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A lot of people complain about Virginia's wacky weather (it was in the 60's on Monday), but I think her indecisiveness is especially lovely for someone who loves spontaneity like me! There are winters where we have plenty of 70-degree days, and some where the idea of sun is a pipe dream, so it's never a certainty that we'll have snow. Most of the time our weathermen can't even get it right. At the very least, it makes life interesting.<br />
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I enjoy the chaos winter weather brings to our region. I love how flurries seem to send everyone into a tizzy--where groceries fly off the shelves, schools shut down, and the Department of Transportation pleads for people to stay off the roads. It's an unexpected day off from <i>Life As We Know It</i>. A time for us to slow down and enjoy the day. It's as if Mother Nature is crying out for attention.<br />
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So we gave her some attention, the boys and I. We trekked through the woods and out into an open field, where they gravitated to a small stream that had frozen over. Justice and Gibson were fascinated with the giant chunks of ice, and were intent on collecting (and keeping) them. (In the freezer, if you're wondering where). I found so much joy in the boys' pink cheeks and how much <i>they</i> delight in the novelty of the day.<br />
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At home, lunch and hot chocolate was served... along with a big fluffy blanket and warm pajamas. More perks of an unscheduled day off. I hope you're all staying safe and warm, and that this storm isn't a hinderance. Cuddle close and enjoy the simple pleasures of a your day. I know I will! <br />
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Have you ever witnessed a small child grab tightly onto a special toy or doll and say, <i>"MY BABY!" </i>? Yes? Then you must know, that's exactly how I feel whenever I get to hang out with Bonnie. Although Bonnie likes her space (IE: the feeling isn't totally mutual), I do my best to get to inch my way closer to this ball of wonderful Maggie and RB get to call their daughter. Now, before I get any creepier...</div>
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Maggie shared with me that she wanted to have some photos of B. in her mother's home, as this was the last year she was able to decorate. Although such circumstances are heartbreaking, it prompted my thinking about traditional Christmas portraits; how stuffy they can be, and how most these days are akin to the cringe-worthy "Christmas letter"... (You and your family are the most fabulous bunch of humans to ever exist. GOT IT!!!) </div>
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To my family and I, the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is so important because it's when we spend a few extra-special weeks basking in the glow of togetherness. Traditions are created and held year after year. Growing up, I always, <i>always </i>decorated the Christmas tree with my mother, listening to Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton's <i>Once Upon a Christmas. </i>(I now own this on vinyl and play it each year while decorating the tree with my boys). As a grown up, it isn't Christmas until <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZE9KpobX9J8" target="_blank">The Snowman</a> </i>is watched, and Logan starts cringing to my version of <i>"<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPG3zSgm_Qo" target="_blank">Christmastime is Here</a>"</i>. </div>
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For some, baking cookies is an event! How much more special would a holiday session be if it were to have personal meaning?! Imagine gorgeous portraits of you and your siblings in your annual pajamas, laughing, joking, wrapped in the warmth of a full kitchen; delirious with good tidings. </div>
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What about your annual trip to the Christmas tree farm, or the night you all sit together and watch <i>Home Alone</i>, build a gingerbread house, or make new ornaments? Those are the moments I cherish the most with my family, the ones I hold dear. I want to be the photographer that brings you those moments from the outside. </div>
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I love these portraits of Bonnie in her grandmother's home. The decorations will be passed on, but the way they were displayed this year and the years before now take on much more meaning. Small, beautiful touches are no longer unnoticed, taken for granted. They began to spin into a brilliant new life: The After. </div>
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I enjoyed so much the time I spent with Maggie, RB, and Bonnie. We sat and talked a bit before I began snapping Bonnie up, which made me realize just how much I enjoy the relationships I've nurtured throughout this photography journey. Since taking time off from my photography as a business, I've really considered what I love to shoot. That's the advice so many other photographers offer--<i>shoot what you love!</i> I realized it's not a genre. </div>
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I'm not interested in shooting <b>only </b>weddings, <b>only </b>maternity, <b>only </b>newborn. I'm interested in shooting <i>everything</i> so long as I'm invested in it. I want lasting relationships with my clients. Clients who value my aesthetic, love their lives, and want to showcase that light. I cannot wait to bring those clients into my life and behind my camera for 2014! I also cannot wait to revisit my previous <strike>clients</strike> friends, to show how their love has grown!</div>
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<br />LRChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12685354844872081744noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368928685390810416.post-69209525236145017712013-12-18T09:52:00.000-08:002013-12-18T09:52:37.056-08:00IN MEMORYQuite honestly, this is a post I don't want to compose.<br />
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In September, a friend/former classmate/client sent me a message inquiring about my taking photos at her mother's surprise 65th birthday party. I happened to be free, so I happily agreed. You see, my friend/former classmate/client--Maggie--has the most precious little girl who makes <b>THE BEST</b> faces <i>ever,</i> and I was dying to meet her! (I was not disappointed. She's pretty much the best baby ever). What I was not prepared for was a surprise 65th birthday that touched my soul.<br />
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The party was held in Newport News, at a cute Italian restaurant, decorated with autumnal touches--pumpkin centerpieces, apple butter favors. When I arrived, it was packed full of friends and family of Katherine Bowden, Maggie's cherished mother. I was immediately swept up in the buzz; so many people were brimming with excitement. I myself couldn't help but begin to feel anxious about Katherine's arrival! (Would she know something was amiss? Will she be late, and somehow we miss it when she<i> does </i>arrive? If she isn't surprised, will I still get awesome photos?) My anxiety quickly dissipated upon her arrival--it went off without a hitch! Mrs. Bowden was welcomed into the room with open arms, the brightest smiles, and a tear here and there.<br />
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As I made my way around the room, and spent time amongst Mrs. Bowden's friends and family, it was obvious just how loved this woman was. As a wife, mother, grandmother, sister, friend, guidance counselor--she wore so many hats, and so very well. When it was my time to chat with her, Maggie reintroduced us (in high school, Mrs. Bowden's home was an open, welcome hub of class activity; a meeting place before dances, or homecoming get-togethers), and although I'm not quite sure if she did remember me, she made me feel like she had never forgotten me. That's just the type of person Mrs. Bowden was. I left her party that afternoon feeling that I wanted to be a woman of her caliber.</div>
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On November 29, just two months after her 65th birthday party, <a href="http://networkedblogs.com/S0AnA" target="_blank">Mrs. Bowden</a> suffered a serious brain hemorrhage. On December 9, 2013, after days of fighting her good fight, her sweet soul left this Earth. While I can't pretend to understand the loss Maggie and her family are feeling, I know from my small experiences that she was a comforting presence, an olive branch in a world of thorn bushes. (She wouldn't have thought that; it's my understanding that Mrs. Bowden viewed everyone as a rose). </div>
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Mrs. Bowden touched many lives. Her presence will be missed immensely. My favorite moment of my time at her party was during her husband's toast. Mr. Bowden spoke many beautiful words about Mrs. Bowden, but the most touching of all, was when he began to sing to her. It was perhaps one of the most beautiful moments I've had as a photographer. More than any wedding, I cried at the true romance of a life and love, lived. </div>
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Upon hearing the news of Mrs. Bowden's passing, I contacted Maggie to express my condolences. In speaking to her in the days after, we expressed a mutual feeling of gratitude for the photos taken at the party. </div>
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During the event, I asked if I could steal the family for a few moments to take some shots of Mrs. Bowden with her grandbabies--her heart. As a photographer, I wanted to give a little something extra special, even though it was unplanned. We went behind the restaurant to a random field, and I was able to take a few beautiful portraits of this beautiful woman.</div>
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The gift of photography is one people often take for granted. The time and investment in photography most always becomes invaluable. Whether it's in your own equipment, time, and talent or someone else's--invest in those moments. I'm so pleased that Mrs. Bowden's memory can live on in these portraits. I'm so happy to have captured her spirit. </div>
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LRChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12685354844872081744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368928685390810416.post-84215963544511939232013-11-13T16:39:00.000-08:002013-11-13T16:46:29.333-08:00The Hardest Words I've Ever Written<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I remember the first time I heard the name <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diana_Nyad" target="_blank">Diana Nyad</a>. </i>I was listening to NPR. Her story was riveting. This was a woman who was attempting to swim from Cuba to Florida. Havana to Key West. 110 miles. Nonstop. Unassisted. Without a shark cage. In waters with some of the most dangerous animals in the world. </div>
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Since I first heard her story, I have been a fan of this incredible woman. When she didn't complete her third and fourth swims, I felt frustrated. When she <i>did </i>complete the swim--on September 2, 2013--I was jubilant. I cried. <b>HARD</b>. I felt so proud of her/for her! I wished more than anything that I could have been on the beach at 1:55PM when, on the shakiest of legs, Diana Nyad walked onshore after her epic 53 hour journey. </div>
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Earlier this year, I decided to walk away from a photography business I had been trying to build for four years. I just couldn't take it anymore. I was exhausted, angry, and so very, very broken. </div>
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Instead of giving up photography completely, I began shooting for free, when I felt like it. I wasn't trying to garner more interest for my business. (I took down my Facebook business page) I wasn't doing it for recognition. I was doing it because I genuinely wanted to shoot for others; to make them happy, which in turn made me happy. Then August came. With it, the immeasurable pain of my father telling me he no longer wanted to be in my life. I cried. <b>HARD</b>.</div>
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For years, I had attempted to create a relationship with my father. A man who repeatedly physically abused me with not only his words, but with his hands. For years, I tried to avoid the memories of my father repeatedly lashing me with a belt, choking me, throwing dishes at me, screaming in my face; calling <i>me</i> an animal. For years, I tried to reconcile the fact that both of my parents told me it was my fault that this happened to me. That I deserved all of it. </div>
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While it hurt to know that my father didn't want to be in my life any longer (and it really, truly hurt despite everything that had happened), one morning I woke up and realized I was OK. I was more than OK. I was <i>happy</i>. I felt as if I had thrown off my suit of darkness and changed into a glorious gown of light. I'm not quite sure why or how it happened, but it did, and it has been the most powerful life experience I have ever encountered. </div>
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I realized that I had <i><b>worth</b></i>. </div>
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I thought I had done the "right" thing by forgiving my father of his physical/verbal abuse, and attempting to repair our lost relationship. I felt that I had to, as he was my family, and I had been taught that family is what is most important. I carried the secrets of my personal hell for years because I was told over and over again that it was a private matter, and besides, I was responsible for it happening. </div>
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How could I expect to be successful when I was repeating the words of my father in my mind over and over again, day in and day out, even on the days when I was seemingly fine? </div>
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How could I expect to accomplish <i>anything</i> without understanding that I was capable everything?</div>
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How could I believe in myself when I bought into the idea that there was nothing to believe in?</div>
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I had been sucked into a vortex of anger, pain, and negativity. I allowed other people/photographers to use me, take advantage of my generosity, and believed them when they told me I was no good. I thought that being kind would make everything okay, and that if I were as nice as I possibly could be, nothing would bad would happen again. I withdrew further into myself and my home: feeling very afraid and so desperately lonely. </div>
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Diana Nyad didn't make it to Florida on her first try. She didn't make it to Florida on her second try. Nor on her third or fourth try. It wasn't until her fifth attempt that she reached that shore. She didn't allow the pain of her own past (sexual abuse, which she openly discusses) or the discouraging words of others to deter her from her dream. She didn't allow the possible to be impossible. </div>
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I realized that I don't have to turn away from my own dream. Just because I took time off doesn't mean that I am unable to return and try again. It may take me five tries, it may take me twenty. It will happen. I will be successful in this. It may not match up with everyone else's idea of success, but it will be all the more sweeter for myself. I feel that I am already successful in that I can hold my head up high and [finally] shout <b>I AM WORTHY!!! </b></div>
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In reality I know that Diana Nyad will probably never stumble across my blog, but I wanted to offer gratitude to her for being true to herself, and, perhaps inadvertently, a woman I look to for inspiration and strength. Due to her unending devotion to her goals, and a solid belief that she would achieve her dream, she did just that... and changed my life in the process. So, THANK YOU, Diana Nyad, for being the woman you were destined to be, and for helping me to realize than I can too. </div>
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LRChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12685354844872081744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368928685390810416.post-44196672424080318512013-10-18T13:05:00.000-07:002013-10-18T13:09:54.074-07:00A Fall Weekend<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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As September and most of October has passed me by, I can't help but be excited for this coming weekend. Since beginning homeschool in August, every day has been consumed with the boys. From meal and lesson planning to trips to the park, soccer practice, piano lessons, and everything in between, we're busy, busy, busy! This weekend I have the chance to settle in and take some time for myself.<br />
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Before I began homeschooling, my boys were off to public school by 6:50 most mornings (never later than 7:30AM), and wouldn't return until 2:30 or so. I had all of that <i style="font-weight: bold;">time </i>to do whatever I wanted--shower, listen to music at great volumes, dance around naked (I think everyone is happy I saved that for my 'me' time)... One of my biggest 'cons' to homeschooling was the lack of this time for myself.<br />
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The truth is, I love being by myself. A few weeks ago, when the whole Louis CK <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HbYScltf1c" target="_blank">smart phone</a> clip went viral (I say viral because, for someone like me, the idea of staying up to watch Conan on television is simply incomprehensible) I started banging out a post piggy-backing on that very subject. Although I never hit the publish button, writing my thoughts on the subject helped me realize just how formative being alone during my high school years were for me. I know exactly what it feels like to be overcome with the sadness that comes along with a simple chord or lyric, to allow those feelings to wash over you and take you hostage. I love being able to feel those emotions, regardless of whether or not it hurts. Needless to say, erasing that time I spent for myself was frightening. Still, my reasons to homeschool outweighed those not to, and I've only just begun to feel that absence. Perfect timing for my mother--in-law to take the boys for the day!<br />
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I've been fantasizing about this time; how I'll hole myself in the house with a special candle, my favorite thermals and slippers, new music, and new reading material. How, if I go out, I will carry my comfort wherever I roam, and take the time to enjoy what pleases <i>me</i>. I've been mapping out these hours knowing deep-down, I'll be considering the boys the entire time they're missing. Because as much as I adore time to myself, those boys are such of my self that it'll be hard not to.<br />
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LRChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12685354844872081744noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368928685390810416.post-2537442017593726502013-09-05T06:21:00.004-07:002013-09-05T06:33:56.348-07:008 LESSONS IN 8 YEARS<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let's tip the scale for a moment here. Insecurities are the worst. They really are. For someone like me, who has trouble keeping my thoughts to myself, it's even worse because I vocalize these terrible feelings/thoughts. If it isn't bad enough to be married to someone who can't stand themselves and keeps you informed on just how much, imagine being married to someone who can't stand themselves, keeps you informed on just how much, and who whines to you with nasty comments such as "You should've married <i>her</i>." Better yet, don't. I'm guilty of those things, and, shamefully, more like it.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Words of self-empowerment aside, the person you married probably doesn't share those feelings with you. Chances are, your spouse probably hasn't noticed that little zit on the side of your nose that makes you feel like Rudolph, or the extra 5LBS you gained over holiday. What's more likely is that your spouse loves you and sees you through his/her Love Goggles. You're gorgeous. Ravishing. Interesting. At least to him. Why call attention to all of the things you view as subpar about yourself? </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The truth is, at least in our case, it's a painful experience for your spouse. Logan has told me in the past that it hurts him to see me hurt, and that it pushes him away emotionally when I say those things. I mean, how could it not? You're basically saying to your spouse: <i>I'm hideous and awful, what's wrong with you for being with me? </i></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So don't do it. I know, I know: easier said than done. Believe me--I get it--because I struggle with this so very much even now. Find a mantra and repeat it every time you want to say something negative about yourself. (Mine is: <i>I'm awesome and I don't give a shit</i>). Sometimes I have to force my eyes closed, take a deep breath, and compulsively repeat that sentence. Sometimes I have to scream it. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Bottom line: do whatever it is it takes to keep yourself from negatively influencing your spouse's thoughts about you. There's enough voices in the world to tell you how you don't measure up, but your own voice shouldn't be one of them. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I came into my relationship with Logan very broken. Fifteen months prior, I had become a single mother at 19. I had been engaged to, and ended a relationship with, the father of my child. I was angry, bitter, and down-trodden. (A real catch!) In other words, I had baggage. Just like everyone else. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I carried that baggage with me for a very long time. I still find pieces of it here and there. However, I quickly realized that I had to drop it and leave it right where it was if I wanted my marriage to reach it's full potential.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It wasn't easy. It probably won't be for you, either, if you decide to go through with the process of it all. And that's the ticket--it's a process. There may be some things you thought hurt you more than they really do, and once you confront them realize it wasn't much of a big deal to begin with. Other things may take a long, long time to reconcile. There may even be issues you never want to tackle head-on, and in my opinion that's okay, as long as you can keep it from seeping into your present. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Guess what? You're not perfect. Don't expect your partner to be, either. If you've got high expectations for your spouse to be everything you imagine them to be, you need to come back down to Earth with the rest of us. They aren't the ones who need to work on themselves. It you. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Confession: I wish so badly that my husband was a romantic! He's not. Like, at all. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've fought this for so long. I've bitched and whined and nagged about it. I've threatened to leave him over it. None of that has helped. In fact, many times it serves only to create more tension and distance between us. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">C<span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="cursor: default;">liché though it may be, taking time to remember what made you fall in love with your partner can really help to put things into perspective. </span>I've realized that I didn't fall in love with "Romantic Logan". I fell in love with the guy who keeps me laughing and smiling each and every day, without fail.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's easy to focus on what your partner <i>isn</i>'<i>t. </i>When I feel sad or frustrated by the lack of champagne and roses, I step back and focus on the wonderful ways Logan blesses me daily. When tension is running high, we both try to remember The Big Picture.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5--</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>"Panoramic Perseverance"</b></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When Logan and I were talking about these "lessons", he threw this term at me and I was struck by how it perfect it is! It can be easy to get caught up in the drama of an argument for some. (Guilty). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Logan has the ability to stay incredibly calm during even the toughest of situations. (99% of the time, it's a quality I admire and respect. The other 1% is reserved for my irrational, crazy self that gets really angry when he doesn't react to my provocation). He has the ability to think about the "ultimate goal" so to speak, which, in this situation, would be to stay together, because that's what he's committed to do. I have to admit that if it weren't for his "Panoramic Perseverance" we wouldn't be together today, and it's one of the ways Logan blesses our marriage.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Even outside of an argument, when life is just plain tough, we both keep our Ultimate Goal in mind, and resolve to continually work towards that. We try our best not to allow the world into Our World, which leads to the issue of guarding your heart and your marriage. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">6--<b>"Detoxing Your Marriage"</b></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm sure you've heard tons of girls say this before: "I don't have girl friends, I only hang out with guys." That was me. And that was a real problem when Logan and I first got married. I just couldn't <i>get</i> what the big deal was. Why <i>only hanging out with guys </i>wasn't healthy for our marriage, and why I had to give that up because it made Logan uncomfortable. I was only thinking about myself and my own feelings. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Turns out, Logan knows a thing or two about guys. He was right about the guys I considered my "friends", and what their intentions really were. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Logan too had to rethink some of the relationships in his life. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Marriage is vulnerable. A glimpse into our society, and all of the destructive forces inside it can showcase just how easy it is to do what you want, when you want it, without a thought given to others. Sometimes the world seems to scream <i>TAKE WHAT YOU WANT!</i> from every possible angle. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There is always someone or something waiting to be center stage in your life, when it shouldn't even be in the back of house. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I mentioned the term 'Our World' in #5 because Logan and I really have built a fortress against the outside. Our marriage has been rocked and tested many times in our few short years together. Sometimes friends need to let go from your life. Sometimes it's certain activities or locations that you just avoid. For example, when Logan and I were dating I used to love dancing at a local Indie night. Every time I went, I would be face to face with exes and, on the one occasion Logan went with me, one of <i>his</i> exes literally threw herself on him. After that night we decided it wasn't worth the trouble of dealing with the drama, and we'd rather do go/do something together where we could focus on us. We began looking into activities we both enjoy, and also made it a point to hang out with other couples. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Logan and I do what we can to ensure our marriage is prosperous, and we find this to be one of the most important lessons we've both learned. We value our marriage more than anything else, and that is what's the driving force behind our decisions, what keeps us healthy and free of "relationship toxins". </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Blasphemy! Right? I don't think so. Honestly, there's just some times when, at least for me, at the end of the day, I'm tired, grouchy, and downright emotional. This is a prime time for fissures to expand, and, unfortunately, the time I'm most likely spending with Logan. I'm not sure if Logan and I have ever had an argument during the day. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We've had all-nighters. They've been awful. Most of the time, nothing is ever resolved, and Logan admits that staying up all night when he has to work in the morning only makes him angrier. He has said when he realizes how much time is being spent arguing into the wee hours instead of sleeping, he gets more and more unresponsive. I get it. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Almost always, in the morning, we're over whatever it was we were arguing about. We forgive. It's almost certainly forgotten. He and I move on. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My advice? Know when to let go of an argument and get some sleep. Chances are, when you wake up, you'll feel better and life can go on. Why draw it out? </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Probably the most important lesson we've learned in our eight years as a couple. No matter what, don't give up! But why? Why does it matter to stay together? For us, it's because we believe we are meant to be together. That we were designed to meet and create a life with one another. That there's no one that could complement each other the way we do. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All of that may seem ridiculous and rather nutty to some. We're okay with that. Logan and I realized a while back that we are different from a lot of people, and that's partially why we get along so well. He and I share the same values, the same goals.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />Reflecting on these last eight years Logan and I have spent together has opened my eyes to how much he and I have changed. Starting out so young (I was 22, Logan, 23) we've been able to grow together, and I pray each day that will continue. Marriage is tough. Most days are filled with the mundane bits that threaten to overtake our spirits. It's in between the mundane where I know I can say I've found true happiness. It's where I've become content in quiet. It's home. </span><br />
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The last leg of our trip was set to a more relaxed pace. After visiting Gainesville, Logan, Gibson, and I, traveled a bit further south to visit my dad, who moved to Florida early last year with his dog Maynard. After spending a day and a half with him, we drove on a bit more to spend time with Logan's brother and his family.<br />
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Admittedly, around this time, both Logan and I were dragging. Since leaving Monday morning, we had been on the go nonstop. Being the homebodies that we are, it was Thursday we also began to get itchy to come home.<br />
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It was nice to be able to visit with my dad. We watched a movie together, went out to eat at our favorite spot, and were able to relax in a comfortable setting.<br />
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Not wanting to miss an afternoon, the three of us decided to travel to <a href="http://www.weekiwachee.com/" target="_blank">Weeki Wachee Springs State Park</a>. When I was very young (Gibson's age, actually), my parents took me to Weeki Wachee and I thought it was just the greatest place ever. (I mean, what six year old little girl in 1990 <i>wouldn't </i>love seeing dancing mermaids under water?)<br />
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Needless to say, it wasn't how I remembered it, as a great deal has changed in 23 years. (Imagine that!) Despite a thunderstorm that rolled in as we were waiting for our boat tour, the three of us made the most of our day and had fun.<br />
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Weeki Wachee is a natural spring, and it's in the spring itself that the mermaids perform underwater. (Viewers watch from an underwater theater). From the springs comes the Weeki Wachee river, which, like the springs, is absolutely gorgeous; crystal-clear water where you can see straight down and get a look at the plentiful Sheepshead, Mullets, and turtles. <br />
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The water temperature is 74°F year-round, and while that sounds pretty nice, 74°F is actually pretty dang cold. (The ocean temperature in Fernandina when we visited was 81°F!) Still, Logan, Gibson, and I, swam out to the floating dock in the river, held hands, and jumped off together into 12 feet of that crystal clear ice water. We swam while gulping in giant heaps of air because we couldn't catch our breath. We walked around and searched for lizards and birds. And we cruised the river, where we happened to catch a beautiful osprey swoop down and snatch fish from the water.<br />
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After saying goodbye to my father, Logan drove us to our final destination: his brother's home in Fruitland Park. We have never visited his family in Florida, so it was exciting to be able to see where they live and to spend time with my nieces and nephews. As I don't have little girls, I'm quite taken with my nieces Riley and Ashlyn. (They let me paints their nails! <i>Eep!</i>)<br />
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Our visit was short and sweet. Both Logan and I were torn on whether or not we would stay for a bit longer, but in the end decided to drive through the night to get home. It was a long, long drive--13 hours--and it was at this point we were desperate for our own bed. So, that's what we did, and even though it was a rough drive, we were so happy we left when we did. It gave us the opportunity to come home and settle in before the week began.<br />
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As our mini-vacation ended, I couldn't help but realize just how far I've come from the girl I once was. Traveling was such a part of me before I met Logan, who hasn't traveled very much, that I found it difficult to adjust early on in our marriage. I've been a worm in Logan's ear for years--<i>"We've got to go here!" "You need to see this!" </i>To find myself fiercely wishing to be back home was surprising for me. Upon more reflection, I realized that I was always searching for the bigger and better thing--whatever 'it' may have been. I don't search anymore. I'm grounded. My home is where my family is; truly where my heart is, and I couldn't be happier to be right where I am. (Cue Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros!)<br />
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Today is a most special day! It's a day we celebrate our sweet, sweet boy Gibson Reece, who was born seven years ago today! I could lament on my pregnancy and birth, or how the toddler years passed in the blink of an eye. I could look back on the days that have led up to this one, and marvel at how far he's come. Instead, I'm focusing on the person he is <b>today</b>, turning seven, and how that's a Very Big Deal!</div>
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I spent my spring break there, with my boyfriend who lived in Gainesville. That was the first time I had ever spent Easter away from my family; my first Easter without sitting in a pew wearing my Sunday best. It was also the first time I had ever spent an extended amount of overnight time with any boy, and this made me feel <i>so</i> grown up. (I'm rolling my eyes as I type this...) </div>
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I left home in Virginia and moved myself into my first apartment off of 34th St. I'll never forget how it felt to be lying on my bed, smiling into the dark, in my own space, surrounded by my own things, blasting The Doors as loud as I could <i>just because</i> I could. I remember thinking to myself, <i>This is happy</i>. (So what if it lasted only two weeks?) </div>
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The night I got my first tattoo, I went to a house party and realized what it was like to really be on my own.<br />
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After I had Justice, I returned to Gainesville as a single mother and, swinging on a tire, through a cloud of hazy sun and fuzzy reverb from the Pavement record I had just been listening to ringing in my ears, I again thought to myself, <i>This is happy</i>.<br />
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I hadn't been back to Gainesville since then--2005--and when I realized that my little family would be passing through on our way to visit my father, I felt a pull to revisit a place that held so much to me in my previous life. So, again, I set to work figuring out what we would actually <i>do </i>once we got there.<br />
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I discovered the <a href="http://www.flmnh.ufl.edu/" target="_blank">Florida Museum of Natural History</a>, that it was free, and Logan, Gibson, and I decided that's what we were going to do for the day. We were really hungry when we first arrived in town, so we hit up one of the only places I know where to eat: Burrito Brothers.<br />
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I was surprised to find that the location had changed but relieved that the burritos still tasted (and smelled) the same. My guac was fresh and delicious, and Logan's chorizo burrito was spicy and filling. They hit the spot and we left for the museum.<br />
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I can't speak highly enough about our time at the Florida Museum of Natural History. It was full of interactive activities and loaded with information and fascinating, kid-friendly exhibits. The three of us easily passed over two hours, and could have stayed much longer were it not for the museum's closing. We did pay a small fee to explore the "Butterfly Rainforest", which, at the time, was highlighting Costa Rican butterflies. (Right now it's <a href="http://www.flmnh.ufl.edu/exhibits/always-on-display/butterfly-rainforest/" target="_blank">blue and orange butterflies</a>, and if I lived closer I would totally go back. I'm double-bummed that we were a few days short on missing <i><a href="http://www.flmnh.ufl.edu/exhibits/coming-soon/surfing-florida-surf-science/" target="_blank">Surfing Florida: A Photographic History</a> </i>and <i>Surf Science: Waves and Wildlife</i>!) Logan and I did a similar butterfly activity at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, but truthfully, it didn't compare. I also appreciated so much the fact that the museum is <i>free</i>. Here in Hampton Roads, most everything is <i>not</i> free.<br />
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When I was searching for info on the Florida Museum of Natural History, I came across info on the <a href="http://www.wec.ufl.edu/extension/wildlife_info/wildlife_uf/bathouse.php" target="_blank">University of Florida Bat House</a>. After a little bit of poking around and reading reviews on <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g34242-d2414426-Reviews-University_of_Florida_Bat_House-Gainesville_Florida.html" target="_blank">TripAdvisor</a>, I asked Logan if he would mind indulging me in staying the four extra hours until sunset, when the bats begin waking up for the evening. Blessedly, I married a fellow geek.<br />
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You see, in December 2001, I had planned on hitching a ride with a friend's band to Gainesville, where I would meet up with my boyfriend for a bit before coming back home with the band. I can't remember the reason now, but I was unable to go down to Gainesville that weekend, and my boyfriend came to Virginia instead. Had I gone on that trip, I would have met Logan... Unbeknownst to me, he was one of the guitar players in my friend's band. </div>
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That story is one I think back on and just smile. It's one of the reasons that back up my claim that Logan and I were meant to be, because if we had met back then, I can say with confidence we just <i>wouldn't</i> have worked out. (Mostly because I was W-I-L-D). But really, I think back to all of my past experiences and see how they all led me to the life I have now; a life I lead where I feel secure, loved, and optimistic. So, in a way, Logan and I were making up for the trip we never took to Gainesville.<br />
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We've been home from our mini-vacation to Florida since Saturday, and I've been replaying some of my most favorite moments in my mind. What was slated as a work trip for Logan transformed into ten days <i>off </i>of work, and a short tour about north/central Florida! For me, it was the highlight of the summer!</div>
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One evening L. came home and announced that he would have to travel to Georgia for five days to work, and that Gibson and I would be able to travel with him if we wanted to. (Justice was spending five weeks with his father for summer visitation). Immediately my mind began whirring, thinking of all the spots I'd like to re/visit along the way--Raleigh, Charleston, Savannah--because that's just what I <i>do</i>. (In my mind, I was already fanning myself under the Spanish moss with a sweet tea in hand...) So I set to work: mapping routes, planning activities, and consulting <i>Southern Living</i>. </div>
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Needless to say our plans changed, as they always seem to have a way of doing. Instead of staying in Georgia, we found out we could stay on <a href="http://www.ameliaisland.com/" target="_blank">Amelia Island</a>, Florida, in a hotel within a block of the ocean! (<i>!!!</i>) So that's what we did. And believe me, the happiness I experienced after the ten hour drive (which I drove damn near all of thanks to L.'s uncanny inability to stay awake at the wheel for more than 45 minutes at a time... <i>jokes, jokes</i>) was virtually unparalleled. I literally jumped out of the car and bee-lined it to the shoreline before the sun sank for the evening. </div>
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The rest of our evening was spent under the stars. The three of us made our way to a restaurant on the beach for a late night supper and cold beer. We were able to sink our toes in the sand while we ate and drank, and took in the sounds of a man with his sweet voice and acoustic guitar playing Van Morrison covers. </div>
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Tuesday morning at breakfast, we found out we were able to have the entire week to ourselves and do as we please. Naturally, we were on the beach, in the water, before 9AM! It was a gorgeous morning, and the three of us were able to body board together; precious moments I'll tuck away forever. The rest of the day was spent traipsing around my old haunts in Jacksonville, and discovering <a href="http://www.rls-enterprises.com/chipsmusic.com/about.html" target="_blank">new ones</a>. (If you're a guitar player, or just enjoy <i>learning</i>, you'll want to check Chip's out. We scored on two pairs of pickups and had an overall great experience). Once back on Amelia Island, we went about having dinner at <a href="http://www.lamancharestaurant.net/" target="_blank">La Mancha</a>, where I enjoyed a perfect glass of Sangria with our tapas and flan, before topping off the evening with a dip in the hotel's pool. </div>
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In our searching we toured Downtown Fernandina: historic, charming, and incredibly pretty. A place to make you smile and want to dance. One aspect of Fernandina I loved is it's old-world charm and how it isn't yet inundated with chain/big box stores. It's virtually untouched by corporate USA, and is exactly the type of small town Bill Bryson seemed to be searching for in <i>The Lost Continent... </i>I fell in love. </div>
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<br />LRChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12685354844872081744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368928685390810416.post-25304298952395432442013-06-03T10:01:00.001-07:002013-06-03T10:04:25.986-07:00Set Me FreeAll those weekend plans? Yeah, they were tossed out of the window Saturday morning! Ultimately, due to a mixup in plans, our peeling bodies (yuck), and Gibson's freshly-acquired cold, we decided the beach probably wasn't the best place for us this weekend. Logan decided that it was best we "stay home" as we had a ton of work to do. I hated the thought of this but knew it was the best decision also. It ended up being a blessedly peaceful, absolutely wonderful weekend!<br />
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My favorite moments I've tucked away are of sitting on the front porch with Logan as the sun set while Gibson played in the yard; waking up with the sun and sitting on the back porch, sipping coffee underneath an umbrella; taking walks around the block, all four of us; not waking up to an alarm, and being able to scoot up next to Logan for a few moments before the day begins; of cooking and grilling out; dining al fresco.</div>
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I savored each and every "small" moment, and enjoy being present in my life outside of the camera lens. I allowed myself to be swallowed up in the simple joys of my life that give me the greatest happiness. It was so worth it. </div>
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Maybe not the best for keeping an active blog full of beautiful photos and relevant material, but it was essential for my soul.</div>
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After such a lovely weekend, I feel rejuvenated; ready to take on what this week has in store! My enthusiasm for a rainy, dreary Monday may have quite a lot to do with my going to see <a href="http://www.bestcoast.us/">Best Coast </a> with Logan and B. this evening in Richmond. In fact, I'm sure of it!<br />
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I hope you all have a cheery Monday, and that your week is sweet; start to finish!<br />
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These six songs have been my most played since last week. They're fun, summery tunes that you can dance or sway in a hammock to. (<i>Ugh! </i>I just love Beach House! I feel like I'm slow dancing on a carousel whenever I hear Victoria Legrand's organ and dreamy vocals).<br />
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I'm going to let you all in on a not-so secret of mine: I do <i>not </i>have a Type-A personality. Lists don't make my heart skip a beat, I'm prone to ramble, and most of my life lessons have been taught through my fantastic ability to just wing it. Becoming a mom has had little impact on this aspect of my personality, and quite often I simply forget things that are pretty obvious to most people. I can tell you that day-tripping the beach is not the most ideal location to learn that a sun hat is key, unless you <i>enjoy </i>a sizzling forehead and find sun spots flattering. With advice from those who know better, and much trial and error, I have compiled a list of the ten items which have become essential for my trips to the beach that go beyond the given sunscreen, beach towels, and sunglasses. </div>
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1. <b>A proper beach </b><i><b>blanket</b></i></div>
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Refusing to allow the cooler-than-average temperatures ruin our good time, we stayed on the beach last weekend most of both Saturday and Sunday... and we were <i>cold</i>! I had a hoodie, pair of leggings, and a baseball cap on over my swimsuit, and as the wind was whipping my face and chapping my lips, I was cursing myself for grabbing four beach <i>towels </i>we obviously weren't going to use<i> </i>instead of a<i> </i>proper blanket. Most days at the beach aren't cold, however a blanket is usually larger, much easier to clean, and doesn't trap sand as a typical beach towel does, making it essential for our bag.</div>
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2. <b>Sun Hat</b></div>
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On our first Memorial Day beach trip a few years ago, I came home early with a blistering (literally) sun burn on my face. It was awful, and my skin has suffered ever since. Unfortunately, last Sunday I forgot both of the hats I packed for our trip when it was time to actually go to the beach (<i>doh!</i>) and ended up with another sunburn on my face. In fact, it was around the time I was applying my fortieth layer of aloe that I decided to go ahead and write this post. Big and floppy are what I usually gravitate towards, to ensure extra coverage, but lately I've been loving a <a href="http://www.swell.com/Womens-Hats/FRANKIE-STRAW-FEDORA?cs=NA">straw fedora</a> with a simple black swimsuit. </div>
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3. <b>Snacks</b></div>
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It always happens that after just a little while on the hot sand, one or more of us end up ravenous. Wraps, pasta salads, and melon balls are delicious, but unless you're a serious prepper, are not always the most practical beach fare. Reaching in and out of bags or Tupperware is almost guaranteed to cover your food in sand. Fresh, uncut fruit has been proven to be the easiest, healthiest, and cleanest solution for us. Bonus: If you're like me and find yourself making an unplanned trip to one of the many beaches within a few miles of where you live, it's easy to stop by any grocery, gas station, or roadside stall and pick up delicious fresh fruit! </div>
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4. <b>Lip Balm w/SPF</b></div>
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Growing up, I didn't give much thought to protecting my skin from the sun. In fact, I've been known to frequent tanning beds from time to time. As I aged, I began to put sunscreen on my face, neck, and tattoos, but often overlooked some of the most important areas--the back of my hands, tips of my ears, nose, and lips. After personally experiencing sun damage to my lips, I vowed to take better care of myself in the sun. Sun Bum, while not as easily accessible as a brand like Banana Boat, is a fabulous product for those of us who live for life outdoors. Their company has lotions/sticks/balms which are Paraben-free, 100% vegan, and are recommended by the Skin Cancer Foundation. In other words, it's worth the search. </div>
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5. <b>Insect Repellant</b></div>
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For some reason, I never thought a trip to the beach would require insect repellant. Last summer I was saved by a friend who knew better. Ever since, I've kept a bottle of <a href="http://www.burtsbees.com/other/peppermint-products/herbal-insect-repellent.html">Burt's Bees Herbal Insect Repellant</a> in our bag. (I also keep a <a href="https://www.burtsbees.com/other/best-sellers/bug-bite-relief.html?cm_vc=PRODZ1">Bite Relief Stick</a>, just in case!)</div>
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6. <b>Beach cart</b></div>
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7. <b>Sanuk Footwear</b></div>
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Admittedly, flip flops are my go-to from April to September, but last year on the beach, I discovered how inconvenient they can be. Turns out, when the sun beats down on the sand, it gets really, really, <i>really </i>hot (who knew?) and when your feet are unprotected, that hot hot <i>hot </i>sand gets under your feet, and flipped up on the back of your legs/behind. Blisters on the bottom of your feet are the worst. <b>Trust.</b> You do not want to experience that for yourself. After I ran as fast as I could down to the water to give my feet relief, B. schooled me on <a href="http://www.sanuk.com/">Sanuks</a>, and how they protect against the very situation I was in. Lesson learned. </div>
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8. <b>Music</b></div>
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As a mom, I can't go to the beach, stick a pair of earbuds in, and just let go. With my boys playing near and in the water, I have to be aware of what's going on, and ready to act if necessary. A simple, relatively inexpensive, water-resistant stereo is key to listening to music on the beach. (An iPhone does not a stereo make!) Having a CD player is great because we can make mixes to play and share, and offers up a chance to hear new music.</div>
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9. <b>Bottle Opener</b></div>
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Ordinarily this would be a given, but as this is the <b><i>Forgetful</i></b> <i>Girl's Guide to the Beach</i>, and have personally left mine at home more times than I'd care to admit, I'm including it! Having an <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/shop/kitchen-dining/mermaid-to-order-bottle-opener">opener</a> or <a href="http://www.swissarmy.com/us/product/Swiss-Army-Knives/Category/Camping/Cheese-Knife/80833">corkscrew</a>, if wine is more your speed, slipped into your bag, cooler, or on your keychain guarantees that you won't be left hanging when it's time to open up your cold adult beverages.</div>
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10. <b>Seasonal Brews</b></div>
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Few things hit the spot like an ice-cold beer after a bout of swimming. One of the greatest treats of the summer is savoring a frosty seasonal brew while the sun beats down on your shoulders. Easily one of the best beers for the summer is Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy; a fabulously fresh, crisp, citrusy blend that's deliciously easy to drink.</div>
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Keeping a bag for the beach ready with these essentials (and the givens) has been one easy way I've eliminated stress, got out of the house in a timely manner (our little family has been known to take FOR<i>ever</i>), and breathed a bit easier during the summer months. It has also allowed me to take one step closer to becoming the Domestic-Super-Mom-Goddess that I sometimes wish I were. (<i>Sometimes</i>) </div>
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1-Saturday morning in Waves, courtesy of B.</div>
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2/3-Sharks washed up on the shore </div>
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4/5-Logan & Gibson's beach faces (Gibson's photo, courtesy of B.)</div>
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6-RV'ing with Uncle B.</div>
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8-A rare moment of solidarity</div>
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9-The Bodie Island Lighthouse</div>
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10-Our trip home</div>
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Our holiday weekend was spent with friends in the best place on Earth. I've <a href="http://www.katiespencilbox.com/2011/08/guest-blog-all-of-our-love.html">lamented</a> before on how much I love The Outer Banks, and, as this was my first trip of the year, I simply couldn't wait! I was itching to stretch my legs in the sun, sink my toes in the sand, and just <i>be</i>. </div>
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This was our third Memorial Day celebrating in Waves with family friends. Logan's best friend, B., and his family have been camping in the Outer Banks with their friends for over thirty years. They all welcome us with open arms, so it's only natural to fall in place with long-standing traditions. Surrounded by friends new and old, with a dog named Buddy Allan trailing along, life was the sweetest it could be for a few days.</div>
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Big, early breakfasts lend to long days at the beach, where coolers are packed with sandwiches and snacks, drinks are cold, games of horseshoes are endless, and skin is bound to redden. Evenings are reserved for corn hole, fish frys, gathering 'round to laugh and gab some more, and, later, when the sun finally sets, bonfires on the beach. When you think you can't possibly laugh or talk anymore, the moon rises over the black ocean, and you get a moment of total peace and serenity. Nothing satisfies my soul more than an empty beach, darkened dunes, and a rising full moon shining on the crashing waves. Snuggling close with my boys in the tent at night, I was lulled to sleep by the ocean. I'm pretty sure I smiled in my sleep.</div>
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On Monday morning, I stole away to the beach for just a few final, quiet moments before we left. I reveled in combing the early morning surf, allowing myself to soak up the sun and peace before returning to our everyday. </div>
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Once packed up, we said our goodbyes and headed off the island. We made an unplanned pit stop at the <a href="http://www.nps.gov/caha/historyculture/bodie-island-light-station.htm">Bodie Island Light Station</a>. There is something so incredibly <i>proud </i>about a lighthouse, and seeing the Bodie Island light first thing in the morning was a real treat. </div>
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Now that summer has unofficially begun, I cannot wait to throw myself into what's to come! I didn't realize just how much I missed the sun's warmth, cooking out with my favorite people, and simply being outside. Here's to making this summer unforgettable! </div>
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