When I was little, I used to pretend I was a horse. Or a wolf. Sometimes a tiger. Whatever suited my fancy. I was one of thooose girls. I didn't really play with dolls or put on lipstick and wear my mom's heels. Instead, I created elaborate stories in my head and played them out for hours, sometimes days, until the story was complete.

As I got older, I thought for a time that I wanted to be a writer. Instead of acting out the stories in my imagination, I tried to put them on paper. I would sit down and start these grand novels, only to begin another one after a few chapters in the first. I had every intention of finishing them. I just... never did. Apparently writing isn't my strong suit.

Then I found a camera. Jackpot. I found a way to stop time. To tell real stories. The kind of stories that should be remembered. Need to be remembered. Stories full of life and love that beg to be preserved and shared.

So I guess you could call me a story teller. A really, really ridiculously blessed and happily married story teller who can't cook but laughs a lot and has three dogs. I love my life.

And I'd love to tell your story : )

Lost For Words

Dear Jake,

Yesterday marked 4 years of marriage. Crazy that it’s been 4 years already. It doesn’t really feel like it, does it? I could go on about how you’ve loved and supported me every second of those 4 years. Or how you work so hard to provide for our family without expecting anything in return. Or how you and Natalie already share such a special bond that makes me smile so ridiculously because I can’t imagine a better father for her. I could go on about a lot of things. But sometimes, someone else says it better than I can.

“And I am lost for words
You’re more than I deserve
And when I cannot stand
You are where I land.”

–Where I Land by J.J. Heller

I love you with all my heart. Happy Anniversary Roo.

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