I have found the one whom my soul loves.

Song of Solomon 3:4                                            

If this was at the start of the year, this post's title would sing an entirely different tune. It won't definitely not be happy stress, just plain old stressful stress. If that even makes sense. It's only a little over a month away, mind you, so I think I'd be forgiven if I turn into bridezilla, but really, I am starting to see my vision materialize before my very eyes that it doesn't matter that much that there's a GAZILLION things to do. 

Centerpieces, flowers, backdrops, groomsmen vests, my maids of honor's dresses - you name it, and it's probably still on the list! Heck, even my dress is on that list! When I told my friends stuff that still need to get done, they're the ones who started panicking and said, "Oh my God, I can't breathe for you!" But I just shrugged. Things have a way of turning out okay anyway. Or I should say, God has a way of turning everything out okay.

of that friday smile

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Walter Scott                                                    

Nicholas has a new toy to add to his ever-growing collection of studio lighting equipment. He is such a strobist (aka one who likes to use strobes to light his subjects). And because he is still an amateur and don't know a lot of subjects, there I am again, happily posing in the cold.

Well, I was until an hour into it and we still couldn't get the shot that he wanted. I'm a terrible model, but maybe only to him cause I can whine and complain, the basic dynamics of our relationship. I'm kidding. I vow to support Nick in whatever he sets his mind to so I will stand in the cold, despite my complaining, so he could practice his skills. This shot makes it all worth it, though! I really want him to find his style and I think he's slowly starting to see a vision of it.

of my blessed thirty years

I'm happy to report that my inner child is still ageless.

   James Broughton                                

This is it. I have reached the Big 3-0! What a blessing! I'd have to be honest though that this wasn't my mindset a week ago. I was dreading it, just cause. When you think about entering a whole different decade, you kind of feel you're being stripped off something and you're expected to act all mature, or at least feel differently. At least that's how I expected adulthood to be. You're more mature and you like things differently. While the latter somehow becomes true, the former is still a question, most times.