Hmm.. Where to begin? I feel like I just did exactly what I wanted all weekend. Does that make me sound annoying? I know how it can sound. Oh first, I had the perfect date night with my handsome boyfriend watching an amazing sunset. The next day, after an intense workout, we went to the greatest Farmer’s Market and only brought home the freshest, most organic produce and grassfed meats. We headed to the beach and fished and laughed and drank beers and fell asleep with smiles on our faces where we dreamed of nothing because LIFE IS THE BEST THING EVER.
It’s true and it’s not. Yes, Instagram followers, I upload photos of cool things that are happening in real time. I don’t make this shit up. We do have great dates and we make good food. But, if I could upload a photo mid-fight of James calling me insane and me calling him an asshole, I probably would. If I could upload a photo of the look on my face as James dragged me out to a slippery, bug-infested rock in the ocean to fish where I literally wanted to cry the entire time and almost did, twice, I would. If I could show you that right before bed, we were a little drunk and fell asleep angry but woke up nice, I would do that too. My point is – my life isn’t perfect, not even close, but I’ll be dammed if I didn’t admit how blessed I feel. I love that I have someone who loves coffee and bookstores as much as I do, who loves trying new restaurants and eating good food. I love that we both know when the other one just needs all the cupcakes. And I love that the majority of our arguments are about the dishes, the laundry and where the mail should go. I hope you had an imperfect weekend with your imperfect loved ones and you went to bed Sunday night feeling blessed.
I just wanted to let you know that between the lines of all these photos, there are a lot of imperfections and I love those, too.
Photos with iPhone
Photos with Canon Rebel XT