Little catch up on life.

Our Valentines day was celebrated quietly, in our comfy's{basically sweat pants}, lobster tails drenched in butter, and the very romantic movie Zombie Land. It was perfect! Devin for some crazy reason bought me an itouch. I have quite the track record of losing gifts from him, and because of this, I would NEVER had asked him for an one. So I better hold onto it for awhile.

The Valentine loot Maren come home with from preschool was pretty impressive. I had all intentions of helping her make sixteen cute little valentines, but I was out of steam by Thursday night; and resorted to grow your own flowers Valentines, and cherry tootsie pops, from Target. I bet 98% of those little seeds end up in the trash and not in a pot. Oh well. Maren could have cared less about the Valentines-it's all about the candy right? 

I am a WINNER! Me, me who never wins anything, won a photo contest!

First place!  Thanks to my little pink Samsung camera and Maren. She and I were eating lunch at an Indian restaurant where there was not only amazing food, but there was amazing light, a huge glass, and a goofy subject, and I just happened to have my camera in my purse. I am totally tickled, and can not wait for my prize. Adobe Lightroom, which is a photo editing program. 

 It just goes to show that it does not matter what type of camera you own. Ginny, the lady who's contest it was said,"It is all about seeing light and expression and composition!" 

But that doesn't mean a girl can't dream about a fabulous camera right? 

Love Life Saver

I had to apologize to my husband today, after being pretty mean to him last night. And then I read this little expression of love on the always inspiring blog the Nie Nie Dialogues, which made me feel bad again, but also feel good, knowing that even though Devin & I have some bumps in the road, he would no doubt be my life saver if needed.

This is Stephanie, speaking about the love of her life.

I didn't mean to, but I tuned her out for a few minutes because there out my window was Mr. Nielson. He was in his white shirt and jeans watering the flowers. He stood on the front porch, behind him dark thunder clouds gathering and the wind ever so slightly blowing his blonde hair. I had complete and utter love for that man. Partly lustful too. (I can say that) My heart swelled big and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Ohhh how I love him! How I need him!My mind wandered to the crash. Mr. Nielson saved my life. He opened the airplane door which was on fire, cleared a path for me breaking his toe and his back. It was heroic and knightly. He was motivated by love. He found his way to safety and looked back only to realize I was not following. His heart sank. He ran around to the other side of the plane just in time for it to go up in flames. He yelled and screamed my name over and over and I his...we just couldn't get to each other.I did get out and followed his path.My love for him is not of this world. It can't be broken by anything, not by and worldly ideas of what love is. Not by death. Nothing. Love is Godly, God is love. And we are his children. Our bond will carry us to the eternities and beyond. It's not cheesy, it's truth.Mr. Nielson just happened to turn to the window and give his trademark smile to me on the couch. I think he knew I was thinking of him.And Jane still continued to talk to me about making a picture of the day and one of the night. Then she asked what I was going to color and I told her:"daddy