"patience is not passive resignation, nor is it failing to act because of our fears. patience means active waiting and enduring. it means staying with something and doing all that we can- working, hoping, and exercising faith; bearing hardship with fortitude, even when the desires of our hearts are delayed. patience is not simply enduring; it is enduring it well."
Date a girl who takes photographs. Date a girl whose favorite sound is the click-click of the shutter as it closes and opens to capture a memory. Date a girl who sees the wonder in the simplest things. Date a girl who looks at the world and wonders how to put a little of herself in it. You might find her in the park, lost behind her lens, the world a blur around her as she tries to capture a single moment in time. you might find her in a exhibit, a look of concentration on her face as she contemplates a photograph that called out to her as she was passing by. Or maybe you will find her in a bookstore, a book in her lap as she pores over photographs of weddings all the while wondering what hers would look like. Take her out to photo walks and laugh as she tries to take a picture of you. When she gets tired of walking, buy her cupcakes but wait until she has taken pictures of them before proceeding to eat them. listen as she tells you her ideas for a photo shoot on the ride home. Take her out to a restaurant and wait patiently as she surveys the menu carefully, appreciating the food photography. And again, wait until she has taken a photo of your food before digging in. Allow her to introduce you to Ansel Adams while you both eat your lunch. Introduce her to your favorite musician as you wait for the bill to arrive. when you get home, change your Facebook profile picture into a photograph she took of you. She silently hoped for it. Take stolen shots of her. Compile it and give it to her on her birthday. Tell her you love her over and over until your voice replaces the click of the shutter as her favorite sound. Kiss her on the forehead after she lifts her head up from the camera. give her camera-shaped necklaces. Go places with her. You will never be bored again. Date a girl who takes photographs. She will never whine about a little dirt on her favorite pair of jeans as she kneels down to get a better angle of her subject. she will never be afraid to take adventures with you. She will take photographs of you not just with her camera but with her mind as well and keep it to herself to admire at night. but above all, she will teach you how to look at the world with a brand new perspective and she will do that unknowingly. Marry a girl who takes photographs. Ditch those wedding photography books and give her the most beautiful wedding you could. She will teach your kids to find the beauty in everything just as she had taught you. Everyday will be an adventure as she tries to create memories photograph-worthy with you. She may wake you up in the middle of the night because she is buzzing with ideas but she will make it up in the morning with a stack of hot pancakes beside a steaming cup of your favorite coffee blend. grow old with a girl who takes photographs. Sit with her on the front porch as you both pore over the bits and pieces of the moments you've had together. Stroke her hair as you both relive the photo walks that you took and the places you have been when you were both young. Smile as you both reenact your clever wedding vows. Date a girl who takes photographs because she will always see that "something" in the most "nothing" of things. She will never let anyone take you away form her like she never lets anyone steal her photos and that is just one of the evidences that she loves you.
I found this eons ago. but its fantastic. happy break peeps. oh and i adore that picture right up durr.
So the day started out like a normal birthday. my mom
made my favorite breakfast.
we ate. opened presents. and parents went to work.
so my siblings and i watched my brand new dvd.
One Direction- Up All Night- Thee Live Tour.
best. video. ever.
so much love for those 5 men.
So then my grandma decided to take us out for lunch. and obviously we ate at pizza
i could never ever get sick of their pasta.
After lunch we went home. my mom had planned to take us all to City Creek.
but she told us we had to dress up all classy.i figured we were
just going to a fancy resturaunt.
so we get to city creek and my mom asks "whos hungry?"at this point i felt genius.
i knew she wanted to take us somewhere classy for dinner.
wanna know where she took us? the food
court.i ate Subway.
heck i looked so fetch classy eating my foot long samich.
eons later...we finally finished eating and i was so glad cause this was such a painful 'suprise'
on the 'drive home' my mom wanted to show my grandparents where i performed in one of my bands
a couple years earlier at the galivan center.we drove past it and on the the capitol theature as we were passing i pointed out that Wicked the Musical was playing that night.
and all the sudden my dad pulls over and drop us all off. so my mom acts like its completely normal and says "we just thought
itd be nice to see if they have any standby tickets for tonights performance..it worked last
I thought it was a joke.
a sick, sick joke.
what are the chances that theyre gonna have 8 empty seats.
being sarcastic i lean over to my uncle saying "just watch out of no where mom is just
gonna whip 8 tickets out her butt pocket and be like oh yaa happy birthday!"
then it happend.
i went to
wicked on my birthday.
happy birthday to me.
youd think thats the end.
i did too.
but theres more.
we watch the
and it was real great.
so anywho, plays over and we start heading out of the
theature back to the car.
we had to walk a block to get to the
parking garage and then 3 flights of stairs.
when we finally get to the parking garage
my mom whips out the camera and starts filming me asking all sorts of nonsense questions
then all the sudden who pops out from behind a wall?...
thee Jordan Wright
and starts singing
a birthday serenade
i may or may not have died a little inside.
it was seriously the best birthday
in the entire world.
this boy is
and he is defs going pro someday
He sang ' My favorite girl' by the Biebs.
it was suuper neat.
that boy right there leaves on a mision to Toronto, Canada in 4 months.
and i couldnt be more excited for him.
College has begun. its official. let the partyin begin.
truth is, im actually starting to enjoy college.
my apartment is ammmmazzing.
i love it so much.
i even have my own room.
and great roomates.
so much better then last year already!!
we geek over one direction very often.
and have one direction pinterest parties.
auditions for the bands are over
and the results are in.
i made it into the top wind ensemble and jazz band again!!
principle alto in wind ensemble.
and second alto in jazz 1:)
good 'ol e town is growing on me.
we got to skype NELLS BELSSS!
Classes are going well.
and i've loved catching up with the buds.
the hardest thing for me tho is missing people from home.
i wish when you pack up your life in boxes to move away
you could pack those certian people away too.
my friend kelsey wrote the perfect blog post on missing people
and it pins my feeling as of late to a T.
either look it up here. or i'm just gonna copy and paste it.
no bigs. ;)
the ability to miss someone is beautiful, really.
to miss some one just in their being. for who they are, and what they help
you to be. to wish they could just sit with you, and not have to worry about
conversation. or anything else in the world for that matter. because just being
there with you, fills your heart to the brim. it spills over with happiness and
smiles that say more than words. to miss, is to love.
i used to associate
missing someone with sadness. and sometimes, i still do.
but now, i compare
it to beauty. it is found in many forms, and is so full emotion and life. and no
two people feel, or see it the same way.
that to me, is what the core of
to feel emotion, to really truly feel emotion, is just
another reminder that we are living.
and that we are only
human. to physically miss someone, so much so that it hurts sometimes, is the
incentive to keep moving forward. because one day, the hurt will be filled with
hope. we have to remind ourselves that its good to embrace feeling this way. and
its not the end.
in the words of winnie the pooh, "how lucky am i to have something that makes saying
goodbye so hard." the ability to miss someone is
pinned it to the T.
go college. round 2. lets do thisssss.
ps. i had the greatest birthday evvvvsss. yes i realize it was a week and a half ago. but its too good to not brag about. but it needs a worthy post. lets say it was the most perfect birthday ever. with the greatest people evs.