Yes, today is the day my mom expelled me from her uterus. It’s that one glorious day out of the year when you make a bunch of promises to yourself about changes you want to make in your life and then never go through with them. It’s like a New Year’s Eve for one.
We’re here relaxing in beautiful Santa Fe – and by ‘we’ I mean me with my hubby and our dogs, Frisco and Meatball. Here we are below in a photo that best describes us. We had the camera all balanced and set up for a perfect picture of us on the beach. Mike was having Frisco sit on the sand next to him and I would hold Meatball, but when I ran back from setting the timer on the camera it caused such a huge stir that the dogs went nuts. This was the first of 6 photos where we’re in total disarray – dogs jumping and barking, and us just trying to get it right. When we finally got that perfectly posed photo of us in front of the water, it didn’t look as good as the others. It was stiff, we weren’t smiling as brightly, and there was just something missing about it. I like this version where we’re ‘off’ – jumping and living and laughing. It’s imperfect, goofy, and fun. That’s how I like this picture, and that’s how I like my life.