So much love…

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My motto for 2015 is “So much love…”

Perhaps we use the word “love” too freely. In the same breath, I don’t think you can love too much.

Love makes you happy. Love can break your heart. Love can put a broken heart back together again. Love is positive. Love is gentle. Love is kind.

Love life. Embrace it. Capture it. Hold on tight to it… Because as a friend of mine always says: if you love life, it’ll love you back.

Oh, that’s not to say there won’t be rough times. But if you love life, you’ll come to love those rough times, as those are the moments you learn the most. Those are the moments you grow the most. Those are the times you’ll feel the most love directed straight at you.

Love isn’t something you measure in a cup, or weigh on a scale. It’s often given and received disproportionately. It’s perfectly imperfect.

And in this year of discovery, learning and change, I’m choosing it to be my guide. Love. Love life. Love the struggle. Love each other.

So much love…

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Motto in the snow!

 

This picture…

I spent far longer than I care to admit trying to come up with a blog topic in which I could use the following picture.

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I. Love. This. Photo.

I received this photo in an email from a Fiddle regular turned friend, Joy. I had completely forgotten she had taken it. And as soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted to use it in a blog post. A picture this awesome? It deserves to be on the blog. Right?

But I just couldn’t come up with a topic in which it really fit. And then I decided, maybe I should just feature the photo. Yeah, that sounds good. I love this photo, because when I look at it I see so many things at once.

I see a very happy couple. I see my best friend and husband. I see the way he makes me smile. I see laughter. I see happiness.

I see love.

I see a strong partnership. I see two people who have gone through a lot together, and who will face a lot together in the future. I see two people with hopes and dreams.  I see two people who’ve already accomplished a lot.  I see success, and I see the wisdom learned from failures. I see two people who are each other’s biggest  fan.

I see we are in the bar that was such a huge part our life for as long as we have known each other. I see hours of hard work done as a total labor of love.  I see a photographer, blogger, and bartender. I see a musician, bus driver, and over-all hard worker. I see two future bar owners, and new homeowners. I see two people making a life side-by-side, hand-in-hand.

I see US.

Funny how a quick, in-passing photo can say so much.

I. Love. This. Photo.

Stepping back in time

Last week, my husband and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary. 8 years, ya’ll!

PicMonkey Collage Anniversaries

Every few years we stay home for our Anniversary, because its actually an extra special treat to just stay home for the night. This year, though, I wanted to get dressed up and go out. I guess after being out and watching everyone having fun from behind the bar, I was ready for it to be my turn.

A friend had told me about The Patterson House, a speakeasy where you were guaranteed to have a special experience. I’d been interested in it ever since she told me about it, but I never had an excuse to go. Our anniversary, however, presented me the chance to go.

Now, before I go any further, I want to note there are certain “eras” I’ve been fascinated with all my life. Victorian era, the roaring 20s and the 50s have always grabbed my imaginative side. Since moving to Nashville, though, the 20s and prohibition have really struck a chord. Especially working in Printer’s Alley, where stories of the alcohol flowing right through prohibition stand out as some of my favorites.

So it was with this flutter of excitement in my stomach that I got dressed up and we headed to Patterson House. I really wasn’t positive what to expect. I’d looked at pictures online from other patrons, but they didn’t REALLY paint the picture for me.

The Patterson House

We followed our GPS to the address listed and luckily snagged a parking place fairly close to the building. We walked to the somewhat nondescript door with only the name on the window. We entered and found ourselves in a small waiting area. A heavy drape separated the waiting room from the bar/dining area. We requested a table for two, and we were immediately seated…

…and immediately transported back in time. It tickled every single one of my daydreams about the 20s. Oh okay, no one was in flapper dresses, and there weren’t any cigarettes on fancy holders. But it was as close as it possibly could be.

The Patterson House

Our server was excellent, and she patiently went through how the Patterson House worked. She explained how the drinks were made from scratch, and how the menu was laid out by alcohol, then classic cocktails, and of course food.

I forget what my husband ordered to drink, but I ordered a “Juliet & Romeo” — an amazing Gin drink that I thought fit for our anniversary dinner. It was like nothing I’d ever had before, and I found I loved it. In fact, I ended up ordering a second after dinner.

The Patterson House

Our meal consisted of sliders, grilled cheese and tomato soup, and tater tots. Sounds simplistic. Tasted delicious. Ended up being perfect.

I found myself time and time again just sitting, taking it all in… letting my soul be refreshed my something so different. Letting my imagination run wild, like it once did as a kid. I swear my eyes had to be glowing the entire time we were there.

I excused myself to find the restroom, and much to my delight I found a print of paper boys at the end of Printer’s Alley hanging in the stall I chose. It was an image I’d seen a million times, but it just added to the magic of the night for me.

Wedding rings

When we left, my husband commented that it was like I’d had some sort of spiritual experience while on our anniversary date. I told him I wouldn’t necessarily go that far, but I definitely got this wonderful reset that I’d been looking for and needing. I was allowed to go on a little vacation, even if only for a few hours as my imagination met reality.

It was, frankly, amazing,

The wife of a touring musician tells it like she sees it…

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