As my husband kissed me goodbye on his way to work this morning, I smiled to myself. We are not the same people who stood under that tree and under that banner two years ago. Marriage has changed us. Shaped us. Challenged us. It has chipped away at our selfish pride and brought as a replacement the sweetest of change. While the newness of marriage has begun to wear off, the profundity of daily commitment and growing together is beginning to take root and when I think on that, I get so excited for the days ahead. I am confident that they will be days that are made up mostly of the mundane and the uneventful. Days that to the average person would seem to be lackluster and without much glamour. To me though, I think those days will be the ones that shape us the most as we continue to daily learn to live out our vows and to help each other walk more faithfully with Christ. Our wedding day was one of the sweetest days of my life, marked by overwhelming joy. Yet, every day since has served to only add to that joy, both on good days and bad, and because of that, I think the best is still ahead.
She's strong. She's gentle. She's determined and tenacious. She's smart. She's hard-working. She's selfless and creative. She's gracious. She's fun. She's joyful and a blessing to us all.
That's my mom and last month she turned the big 60! Not her favorite thing I suppose but let me tell you, my mom has more energy at 60 than I have at 30 so she's doing pretty well! Her favorite thing is to be on the water (that Florida girl in her) and so we planned a surprise lake weekend for her with all of her family. It was a special few days and if you can tell by the smile on her face in the pic above, she had a blast. There were 27 of us, 21 adults and 6 grandkids, which made up for a 'packed' full time. We jet skied, boated, watched college football and soaked in the sun as fall quickly approached.
Oh Internet, today's Take Me Back Tuesday post is an all new one for yours truly. You see, I'm stepping out into a new adventure that is really going to rock my world and also require so much more of me than I'm used to giving. You see, I'm 'going back to school.' (Don't worry, I'll still be doing all things Mary Fields! I'm just exploring a new adventure as well!)
Now, to set the stage for this, I must give you a little background. You see, I've always loved school. I love to learn and I was always that kid who was self-motivated in her schooling. You know, the annoying kind that was always panicking and swearing that she would fail...only to get an A in the end and make every one of her classmates roll their eyes. Yeah, not proud of it. I wish I could say this was because I was brilliant and a little Miss Smartie Pants but the truth is my pants are just normal. Not really a lot of Smartie just a lot of eagerness to see that A on my report card and a 'do whatever it takes to get it' kind attitude. Some might call it an unhealthy amount of perfectionism (cough cough). But we will call it eagerness....So, I was the good student.
Buongiorno! That's Italian for good morning and so fitting because today, I'm taking you on a walk through Italy. Well, part of it anyway. After weeks of thumbing through my 4,000 images (not even joking) I've finally narrowed it down enough to do some posts. It's still kind of long but can you blame me!? I'm dividing it up in two (maybe three posts) so hang with me if you're interested in seeing snapshots of our Italian adventure. We had the trip of a lifetime and I fell in love with this amazing country and culture.
I can still remember the first blog I started and how incredibly nervous I was to even put my work out there because woah, what if people didn't like it?!? Yet, my friends kept nudging me to be brave and start a photo journal of sorts to share my thoughts and my images with others. As I've been working on this new project of mentoring other photographers and business owners, I began to remember that first blog and how it was nothing fancy or special but oh, how it remains special to me. It was a monumental risk that I took, one that required so much courage, and it proved to be one of the most defining moments in my career.
We walked through the ancient ruins of Pompeii and Rome, gazing at countless numbers of stones that though now crumbled, were once built to show off the power of the dynasty they represented. Stones littered the ground, many of them etched with ancient writings that I could not make out, giving the whole place a strangely eerie yet majestic feel. You could tell that at one time, these stones were layered to form the most beautifully jaw-dropping structures and that the people who once graced their steps would have felt like they owned the world. In many ways, they did. Being part of the Roman empire at that time would have meant being a member of the greatest empire in the world. They would have been at the pinnacle of civilization at that time. Yet, walking through those ruins, I found that that was exactly what they were. Ruined.
Yesterday, Jimmy and I talked about our first year of marriage and I was overcome by thankfulness. As I thought about writing this thank you post, I started with thinking I’d write an open thank you letter to my husband but I changed my mind.Don’t get me wrong, I have a LOT of thankful words to say to my husband but today, I am struck by a different thank you that I must write. So, here it goes.