It's Not Every Day...

...That a girl gets to be in ABryanPhoto :) You most likely know, if you've been around long at all, that our neighbor and dear friend across the street is a phenomenal and highly coveted photographer. We had a Christmas party in his studio this year, and when he casually asked if we all wanted him to snap a picture of each couple, we fell over each other to get in line :) The camera he used looked like it was from 1985, and I wondered what in the world he was going to do with that old thing. The pictures he took were still perfection. Surprise. Surprise. Which I guess goes to show you that a truly great photographer doesn't need a bunch of bells and whistles. I love these/am sharing them, because I feel like they show our relationship so well...mainly because he snapped away before we knew he was going to :) Thanks Bryan!

Jeremiah: Let's do something different for our shot.
Me: I don't know, Jeremiah. What do you mean different?
J: Like, jump up right here and I'll hold you.
Me: Maybe you haven't seen how tight my dress is...and are you sure you can catch me?

J: Are you seriously going to stand there and talk smack like I can't hold you up?? Have you seen me lately? Do you think your husband is weak? Just jump.

In all that talk, guess who forgot to take into account the length of her dress? And look who is totally oblivious and proud of himself :)

Our girls went to Dothan this weekend for some adventures on the farm, while I went away with a few friends, and Jeremiah...worked (bless his heart). However, I came home around lunch yesterday and we had the entire afternoon and night to just hang out together sans les enfants!

It's not like we don't ever get babysitters, but when we do, there is always something specific planned. Not yesterday. It's hard to explain how fun it was to just be in the house together, eat lunch and not dodge food being thrown by the Dapples, or answer Pace's questions about how the world works. We went to a movie, just because we could. And then, while the entire nation watched the Saints win the Super Bowl, we decided to skip the party we were supposed to attend and go somewhere for a quiet dinner...even dessert. When he left for work this morning, we were both sad. It felt just a little bit like when we were first married and I cried every time he walked out the door. Sometimes, it's good to be reminded that I don't just live with my husband, I live with my best friend. Who else can make me laugh like picture 2?? :)