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 : )

Music Monday

Jake and I were having an intense discussion the other day. I say intense discussion because it wasn’t really an argument. But we definitely disagreed with each other. Maybe you could say dispute. Or Dissension. Discord? Anyways. I’m kinda positive that I’m right on this one.

In a nutshell, he thinks that dogs don’t smile. Dogs. Don’t. Smile. I KNOW!!!! Internet, sometimes I worry about him. I was sitting at the kitchen table and happened to spy Frisky on the ground watching me with a very happy face. I was all, Look, Frisky’s smiling at me! Jake looked down at at Frisky from across the room and informed me that he was panting, not smiling. Whaaaa? I’m pretty sure my dog smiles at me. He was grinning at me because we wuv each other so vewy much and he’s my wittle baby. (Yikes, I do actually talk to him like that…) We hashed it out for a bit, but ended up agreeing to disagree. Which is fine. But I secretly tell Frisky that I’m right, and he smiles happily at me in return : )

On a totally unrelated note, Pandora came up with this little number while I was editing recently, and it blew my mind. I fell in love. I’ve had it on repeat for a while now. I just don’t get sick of it. Hopefully some of you will enjoy it as much as I do! (Unfortunately, the official music video is locked so I couldn’t posit it, but you can check it out on YouTube here. I enjoy it.) It’s by Angus and Julia Stone, and it’s called Big Jet Plane.