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Wishing my husband a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

362: My photography helper

Today is my husband’s birthday. Luckily we get to spend it together, as opposed to his being on the road. A couple years ago I got to be there when he played the Opry at the Ryman Auditorium on his birthday and the whole crowd wished him a Happy Birthday. Gotta admit, that’s pretty hard to top. But hopefully a nice day around the house followed by Jam Night downtown will suffice.

My husband is, of course, the musician of Musician’s Widow. He’s a piano player and a bus driver. He’s awesome at both and takes a lot of pride in doing them both professionally and skillfully. Both take him away from home, but both are something he’s passionate about doing well. And I admire that… and that fire makes ME passionate about both for him.

He loves motorcycles, and he’s even gotten me enjoying rides out on the bike. It was so busy this summer we didn’t get near enough ride-time and now its just too darn cold. He’s constantly looking at houses that are for sale, determined to find that perfect house when we are ready to purchase one. Looking out for our future, he always says, and for that I am SO thankful.

He’s my helper on photo shoots. I joke and call him my “pack mule” but really he’s my extra pair of eyes, often setting up photos I don’t see… but can make happen behind the camera. He sets it up. I shoot it. Basically. And I’m frankly a little nervous about doing a photo shoot this coming weekend without him!

He takes care of me, and he puts up with me. And God bless him for that! Between my being an Aggie (and c’mon even I know that alone is pretty much defined by others as an obsession), having constant sinus issues, having teeth that always seem to have something wrong, listening to me rant about everything from bar patrons to bad drivers, and frankly I can be pretty frustrating when I get upset and clam up (I do a mean silent treatement)… he takes it all in stride and sometimes even with an amused smile.

Look. I got me a good one. And I’m holding on tight, feeling very thankful.

I love you, honey! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!


Yesterday was #birthday33

So, yesterday I turned 33. Since I consider 3 my lucky number, I’m going to say 33 will be my most lucky year. How’s that sound to everyone?

The day started a little bumpy, simply due to trying to figure out when my husband would be in off the road, and within that when I would get to sleep. I ended up getting 3 hours of sleep before doing a photoshoot that just made for a wonderful way to spend the day.

Over the last few years, especially since I started bartending and even more since we moved so close to downtown Nashville, I’ve become more and more extroverted. I still think I’m an introvert at heart, but I find myself craving and enjoying the company of others more than ever before these days. So to spend the day with my husband taking photos of a beautiful family and then having dinner with friends (and being sung to for the first time in a restaurant!) just made for a fantastic way to spend my birthday. I’m so thankful for how it all went, and I sit here feeling very content.

Birthday fun at the hibachi
Birthday fun at the hibachi

Four of the last five years, I’ve done a “Project 365″ starting on my birthday. It’s a fun way to advance my photography skills, but also to look back over the last year of life.

With how much I am now photographing professionally, I’m going to take a P365 break for this year. I “phoned it in” much of the last year anyway, so I think I need to give that little project a break. Nonetheless… click here for a little look back at the last year of my life in photos.

 365: Cookie Cake

Feeling so loved

My birthday was Saturday. Not that anyone could have missed that, given how many times I mentioned it last week.

I deemed this birthday a top 5 birthday. And y’know, I still think it was… but I’ve had time to think about past birthdays that were also absolutely epic as well.

I remember birthday hay rides and slumber parties growing up.

I remember in 7th grade, classmates threw me a surprise party — evening getting the school secretary involved to distract me. I don’t know if I ever told any of those girls how much that meant to me… how deeply it touched me that they did that.

I remember one in particular in which the maroon icing roses gave us all red mouths and teeth, and we all ended up looking like vampires afterwards.

I remember going to see my friend do a show in Houston while on the Rascal Flatts tour… never knowing that friend would one day be my husband, and that I’d eventually work at the bar that Flatts was discovered in when they were the Tuesday night house band.

I remember my girlfriend flying to Nashville to spend my birthday with me so I wouldn’t have to be alone as my husband was on the road.

I remember my brother having a bad car accident on my birthday, and we spent the day in the surgery waiting room. More importantly, I remember getting to see him just before he went into surgery, and he remembered to wish me a Happy Birthday.

I remember spending last year all by myself

This year? This year was pretty awesome. As I previously posted, my two wishes for the day came true. But beyond that, I had my parents visiting earlier in the week. (The only photo of that is on my Mom’s camera, so I don’t have that shot to share here. Pooh.)  We celebrated mine, my husbands and my Mom’s birthdays at that time. Then, my husband and I went out the night of my birthday and I just got so much love from my work-family that I ended that night with the biggest smile on my face.

I rarely put a whole lot of weight on birthdays. I don’t do a week-long birthday celebration, like many people do. But when one goes extra special… I just want to bask in it for awhile. Like this year. Happy, happy, happy girl here… still, days later.