Hello hello! Welcome to the very first post of my very first series!
I know I’m hoping that having a few recurring themed posts will allow me to more easily get into a rhythm of posting regularly. I also love it when blogs I follow have a few familiar topics that I can kind of follow along with, and I’m hoping you all, as readers, will come to feel the same way about some of the recurring topics I come up with!
As I was growing up, taking pictures was always something my friends and I would do. If you took a look at our cameras, you would most often find them to be filled with goofy photos of each other and countless highly detailed macro shots of, well, basically anything (because what is not interesting from a super up close perspective?).
I would say that I can very easily see an improvement in the quality of my photos as I aged and as my experience and camera quality increased. By no means am I saying I am the best there is, but dabbling in photography is something I have really come to love and I desire to share it.
So here is the first installment of my Field and Foto series! I think the way it’s going to work is once or twice a month I will share with you a photo I have taken at some point in my life and I will attach a story along with it. I’m hoping it will allow for you guys to get to know me better and for me to have a place to share a hobby.
Photo number one, my lifelong best friend on her wedding day this past weekend.
She and I have been friends since about first grade, and have spent so so so many hours together laughing, crying, and memory making. I had the honor of standing beside her this past weekend as she married the love of her life and it was so wonderful. The weather was perfect and she looked amazing. The wedding was so her. Instead of dancing there were relay races and lawn games and it was just an all around great time. We wore the sweetest mint dresses and carried bouquets of baby’s breath and roses. It was all so simple and so lovely.
It wasn’t the easiest weekend though. I don’t know if I knew going into it, but it was very emotional for me. I did cry a fair bit- partly from emotions and partly from my incredibly bad allergies- but it’s not easy for me to pinpoint exactly why. Probably because it’s a mixture of a lot of things. I was so happy for her and shed many tears of joy. I missed my friends- a lot- and even though I was with them I knew it was only for a short while until I trekked back to Pittsburgh. Gone were the days of hanging out in the sun with my very best friends during summers with no obligations, and so, lots of nostalgic tears fell from my face. Finally, wanting to be married myself caused some red eyes as well: impatient tears.
But through every one of those tears I was and am able to see that my God is incredibly good. He provided my sweet friend with a man who is strong in his faith whom she is so happy with. He provided me with so many years of joy through my friends growing up that I will never run out of reasons to smile, and with friends that I don’t need to be physically near to in order to remain close with. He provides me with constant opportunities to trust in him to be my provider- to look backwards and to know that he will be just as faithful going forwards. My God is incredibly good.