I had JUST married that guy in this photo. Our Christian wedding was two days later. The white church, the priest, the family. But this was our legal wedding. It was very different. Why did we have two weddings? Our priest is super serious about separation of Church and State, so he doesn’t do the licenses. We didn’t really even take this day overly seriously because we wanted the church ceremony to be special. But in a strange little way, this was just as much “us” as our wedding mass. I literally got stranded in Chicago the night before after traveling to Green Bay for a solo acoustic college show (it paid well and we needed that honeymoon cash!) Zach had already received his family in Nashville. I flew in at 7am and we got married at 11am. I had barely slept. We were married by a beautiful, female, African American judge. She was so cool. She makes little artificial bouquets in her office so that courthouse brides always feel special. I still have mine. White and yellow roses. We said our vows. I can barely remember it... but I remember being so happy because he wasn’t nervous at all to marry me. I always expect people to get tired of me, leave me, abandon me, change their mind about me... I don’t know why it is. I have amazing parents, but it is true- that’s how I feel. He didn’t run, though. So, we kissed in the middle of downtown. We went and had a cheeseburger with his grandparents. And he still hasn’t run. Not from my frantic pace, my intense spirit, my sneaky Bowen temper, or my drive to change any and everything that feels too comfortable. I haven’t been scared off from his faults either. And to be honest, we are 6 years in and I keep saying “last year was just the set up, restart year. This year it will be easier.” It never is. For about 1000 reasons I haven’t discussed here, this has by all accounts been one of the worst seasons of our life. We even really asked each other if we could keep going. We did. We loved up on each other all afternoon. And we are gonna go get burger tonight, and then probably a strong drink. And tomorrow, we just keep going. I love him in my soul, my past, my future. You are it. ♥️ #Valentines
Had such a hard weekend, and our new adventure has been set back in a few really unexpected ways. Back on my poems today- trying to keep a little creative promise. I got a crazy paper cut today and these two thoughts came of it. #wyomingpoems
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@caleforrester is my friend from high school- a kindred artsy spirit from my hometown. It’s his birthday tomorrow, and tonight his best friend Nala is in need of a miracle. Donate if you can, pray if you do ❤️ Put yourself in his shoes. I can’t imagine if it was Byrnes. #dogs (Link also in bio) https://www.facebook.com/donate/603984713389434/?fundraiser_source=external_url
Blueness - { a p o e m } ............. We’re staying at my husband’s family farm for a few weeks. I’ve decided I will take a walk and write a poem everyday. Some will likely be good, others probably won’t be that special. But I’m doing it as a loving discipline, out of gratitude to the art of writing and how much I enjoy it. I’m going to share each one. I’d like to think it’s less for the validation and more for the accountability. #wyomingpoems #day1
“I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert But I can live and breathe And see the sun in wintertime In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside Stay alive In a big country dreams stay with you Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside Stay alive So take that look out of here it doesn't fit you Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered, see ya I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert But I can live and breathe And see the sun in wintertime” - Big Country Sometimes a song just fits a sunset ✨