Beauty in Purpose

So, it's time for a little confession...

I'm going to be honest, I've been really ridiculous lately. I find that I easily swing from emotion to emotion with the ease of trapeze artist. **Newsflash** I'm dramatic. I am. I know it. I HATE it when people tell me I'm dramatic, but sigh- it's the truth. (And now I just wrote it down in bloggerville for posterity's sake, so I'm really never going to be able to deny it. Maybe not a good idea?)

Well, anyhow back to these confessions. Over the past few weeks, pretty much since we got back from our anniversary hideaway, it's been one thing after the other...you know, nothing insurmountable, but just one blow after the next. And holy smokes last night I threw myself a pity party. No really. It was awesome, I should have invited you all:)

And then this morning, I was reading my morning blogs (the list is growing, please help me stop!) and my new particular favorite is "Enjoying the Small Things" written by a beautiful photographer/mother who I've grown to admire in the very short time I've been reading her blog, which would be about a week;) Her name is Kelle Hampton and she's my new Nie.

She said this:

"It's taken me awhile to grasp it all, but I have finally arrived at the grown-up place of life-is-what-you-make-it and there are lots of things in life we go through that aren't comfortable or ideal, but they could be so incredibly worse, and a simple life of comfort does nothing to change us, mold us, make us into better, stronger more beautiful versions of ourselves..."

And umm, I started crying. Because that's what I do. (See above note re: dramatic) The rest of the post goes on to explain what beauty and joy surround us when we're living a life with purpose, a purpose and a capability to love and accept what life gives us at any given moment. In good, bad, mediocre, etc...

So that's what I'm going to do. And hopefully this blog will help hold me accountable. I'm sure many more meltdowns are in the future, but perhaps with less frequency? ;)

Anyhow, please please go read her blog. And bring the tissues. The birth story of her newest daughter, Nella, will break your heart - for the better.

Wildflowers and...umm...something not so pretty.

Before too much time passes, I thought I'd share a quick re-cap of our anniversary get-away. Which really was more or less a time where Ty and I hid away from reality and laid in bed for hours reading and watching t.v. - no really. I read two whole books. It was fabulous.

BUT when we weren't hiding, we went out and took pictures:)

The wildflowers in Texas are really something to behold...enjoy!




















We tried desperately to do the whole self-portrait thing, but they turned out AWFUL. You have to understand, we literally just pulled off the highway to snap all these pictures, so there was no one to grab and ask to take a picture of the two of us. We deleted most of our attempts, they were so bad. But this one is hysterical. And just because I love you all so much, I'm sharing the world's worst picture of me. But it kind of sums us up as a couple;)

Behold...Ty looking cute and put-together while I am hugging him, laughing...clearly over-excited to be laying in a field of bluebonnets. Awesome.


How I even thought I was looking at the camera is beyond me. IN my defense, it was bright out. Hmmph.