So here we are and it is one more day until Valentine’s Day. For those of you who have found love, enjoy it, nurture it and be respectful. For those of you who are looking, finding love is a matter of action. Fear nothing and do something. Looking for the perfect man or woman is a waste of time. Nobody is perfect and if you don’t believe me, turn around and look at your behind. I bet it has a crack in it! And for all of us, it is imperative to remember, love is a verb. Love is that touch at the end of a long day, a look while you watch your kids play, it’s a shared cup of coffee before the day begins, dreams that never end, time shared, souls bared, lives enriched, cars in the ditch, apologizing for being a bitch, finding his warm back with feet that are ice cold, growing old, learning not to smother, and patience. Okay, so I'm not much of a poet but what the heck?
A lady who had been married many years told me a story a long time ago that changed my attitude towards my marriage and all my relationships. I’ll share it now and hope to give it justice. There was a storm brewing and it was getting worse by the minute. This young bride was worried and fearful about her farmer husband who had yet to make it in from the fields. The stronger the winds and the rains came, the angrier she became. How dare he make her worry? Did he have any consideration for her at all? She was as furious as the wind. The gale force winds were whipping around and the sky was black as night. A tornado was bound to come over the ridge any minute. She had decided it was time to go to the cellar, she could wait no longer, and opened the door to see her husband coming down from the barn, struggling against the wind and rain, carrying a basket full of baby chicks. All her anger vanished in an instant when she seen that her man had risked his life to save those chicks. She remembered kindness and caring was what had attracted her to her husband in the first place. I asked if she ever told him how angry she was and she said she never did but whenever she became angry at her husband for some oversight she thought he did, she just remembered the day of the storm, him and a basket full of chicks.
Here is a couple we took engagements of this last week. It was cold, snowy and bright but we took some wonderful portraits. These two are awesome and I love the story of how they found each other. Got a love story to pass on for Valentine’s Day? Pass it on here.
An odd thing, this romance, love we talk about all the time. We glorify it, honor it, and revere it. We romanticize history, people, places and events. We had a young man carry out our groceries last week and commented enthusiastically on how cool it must be to be a photographer. Eric and I both agreed whole-heartedly our photography is a labor of love and we know most folks see it as a glamorous job but they, they have not participated the summer time ritual of Monday morning poop scoop or the tough days of shooting we had last week with bedding. College Covers had us take many images of their bedding with college campus logos on it. We, including the owner, made and ironed more beds in one day than I did when I was working as a maid in a motel! Nothing glamorous about that, but it was still a day in the studio, doing what we love. That's romance!
Happy Birthday, SAMANTHA! From your crazy aunt and uncle! Hope it is a great day!
