I often think about how immensely I am blessed to be able to do what I love.
I love taking pictures. I truly love it.
I still get giddy and excited before a shoot, and afterwards when I see how everything turned out.
Weddings are loads and heaps of fun.
I mean, what could be better than being able to be a part of the Very Best Day of a man and a woman's life?
And what could be more fun than making pictures of lovely, happy people?
(not much I tell ya'.....well...besides coffee ice cream)
So, pretty much, I love my job.
And this past week/weekend was no exception to those feelings.
As I was packing my bags for this visit I kept thinking to myself that I didn't need to pack that much stuff, after all, I was going to my very own sister's house. I could just borrow stuff off of her. Welcome to the world of sisters.
Being in my sister's home was just like being at home.
Everything just made sense.
Those two living in their own little home all married and in love.
The amazing food they cooked for us.
The little town they live in.
And the tiny (and I mean tiny) little house they live in.
It was pretty great.