Last night I feel asleep to the sound of the dishwasher washing my dishes and the washer washing my clothes. Ahhh...sweet sounds of machines working for me while I drift off to dreamy land.
Jared and I went to Nashville this weekend. Mom is of course, the resident photographer and set out to make up for my lack of camera access. This is me on my Dad's caboose at the farm. Casual like. I even color coordinated with the caboose. Not on purpose, but whatever.
This will be the cover of my next country music album.
And us, looking like a Christmas card in our red and green. Didn't plan that one either. These photos will have to suffice as engagement photos. It was just not in the budget to get more photos of us smiling desperately at one another with stars in our eyes. I may sound cynical, but this wedding thing can get out of control in a New York minute.
Uncle Jared and his little buddy. William is attached to Jared's hip. It might be because Jared throws him around and wrestles and boys just love that. It's genetically wired in my nephews to run at people and jump on them. If that unsuspecting person falls over, all the better. More points.
Happy Tuesday!
Jared and I went to Nashville this weekend. Mom is of course, the resident photographer and set out to make up for my lack of camera access. This is me on my Dad's caboose at the farm. Casual like. I even color coordinated with the caboose. Not on purpose, but whatever.
This will be the cover of my next country music album. 
And us, looking like a Christmas card in our red and green. Didn't plan that one either. These photos will have to suffice as engagement photos. It was just not in the budget to get more photos of us smiling desperately at one another with stars in our eyes. I may sound cynical, but this wedding thing can get out of control in a New York minute.
Uncle Jared and his little buddy. William is attached to Jared's hip. It might be because Jared throws him around and wrestles and boys just love that. It's genetically wired in my nephews to run at people and jump on them. If that unsuspecting person falls over, all the better. More points. 
Happy Tuesday!
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Potential title for that album (or at least the lead single): Waiting For My Train To Come.
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