I’m so blessed to have such an amazing partner in my life.
He is truly my rock. When I’m not feeling confident, he builds me up and encourages me beyond words. When I’m happy, he just gives me even MORE reasons to be. When I try something new, he tries it along with me. When I bring something home from the store for the house that I think is ohhh sooo cute… he does too. Even if he doesn’t. He is my best advice. My best critic. My strongest ally. My soul.
He works full-time, goes to school part-time, and has two days a week to just relax at home, or do whatever he wants while I’m working weddings or shoots on weekends. But what does he do more often than not? He comes too. I love looking across the room and seeing him watching the reception, knowing I get to take him home with me. Each wedding, I hear the vows… and it takes me back to ours. It’s such a sweet reminder each and every time. How God handpicked each of us for the other. How he picked him for me. Me for him. And he doesn’t just come along to crash the wedding, sit in the back on his phone, or take advantage of the champagne… He loves it. He helps out. He carries things in. He’ll set up. He mingles. He carries the train. He suggests poses. He carries my equipment. He laughs with us. He holds the doors. He patiently waits while I shoot hair and makeup prep. He assists the caterers. He asks me for a dance. He loves me.
I remember the moment I knew God was telling me it was the right time to stop sitting behind a desk and have somebody else sign my paychecks. It was like a whisper in my ear… a tug on my heart. “Its time. Do it. Go. Fly.” So I did. That day. I did. I have never just up and left anything, anywhere. But it was the time. And I was scared. But I did it. We did it.
I remember my first week “working from home”. I just didn’t know what to do with myself! Is this really happening?? I had always dreamed of just being home and cozy and taking care of things and especially once we have little babies, I would be able to be here for them full-time. So the fact that I was saying goodbye to the repetitious 9-5 routine, was not setting in just yet.
It was September 5th. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Within one week of me deciding to work from home and meet this business owning thing head on, my herniated disc (that I had fixed with surgery back in ’06) started to act up again. I was in excruciating pain for almost two weeks. Couch. Urgent Care. Pain meds. Heating pad. Hot bath. Crawling up the stairs. Watching movies. Feet up. Back flat. Pinched nerves… It. Absolutely. Sucked. One of the nights it was about 1:30am and I just couldn’t bear the pain… I never – and I repeat – NEVER – want to go to the doctors, let alone the hospital. But I looked at him and he looked at me and could see the pain through my tears – loaded me up in the back of the Jeep (top down, doors off) and drove me to Carroll County Hospital Emergency Room. That ride was the best I’d felt in the entire ten or so days since this had sprung up. Gazing at the stars and feeling the chilling breeze distracted me from the pain I was in. And he made sure to blare some SOJA so we had something to keep us awake… I couldn’t even stand up once we got there. I laid in the parking lot. I laid on the floor. I laid in the bed. Shots, pills, and a few hours later – we went home. He took care of me for several more weeks until it healed. Cooked, cleaned, went to work, went to school… God’s timing truly was perfect. If I was still working for someone else full-time, I would have had to quit anyway. But without him, I am sure someone would have helped me… But I’m glad it was him. Because he’s just so good at it. And he’s so darn cute…..
So my back healed up as best it could… Still a tingly toe or two but hey – could be worse. Shoots kept pouring in. Weddings kept booking. He kept supporting. God has blessed us tremendously. It’s incredible. Take the plunge with faith – you will be rewarded. He believed in me and knew I could do this. When I would break down, scared, feeling like a failure – here I just quit my job and now can’t even move off of the sofa – he just kept encouraging me. It doesn’t matter if I’m in pain or not. He just continues. He edits my website postings. He reads over my contracts. He critiques my images. He keeps me on track. All while he works hard at his own job. And school. And life.
I just love him.
Follow him on Instagram. @_olllllo. (It’s the front of a JEEP, hehe.) His photos are so good. I love his eye. Such an intricate and sensitive style. He loves his macro lens. I’m dying to get him one for the dslr since he is just using his phone right now. But I’m just so proud of him. Proud of who he is. Proud of who we have become as a couple. As partners. As friends. I hate to brag – I just can’t help but to count my blessings. And he’s my #1. I would be lost without him. I wouldn’t be me. I would be incomplete.
Love you babe. This one’s for you. Life is so fun together. <3