It’s Monday.

It’s a new day.

It’s a new week.

It’s fresh.

Today started with what I thought was Laura leaving for work. As she walked out I nestled back in to bed for a few more minutes sleep before the last snooze alarm went into its morning routine. A few moments later, due to the fact that the bedroom is next to the driveway, I saw the red glow of brake lights fly by the window and heard the garage door come up. I thought that she must have forgotten something and would probably come in frantic and disheveled. How dare I think the worst. In fact she came home to do quite the contrary.

As I heard the door open to the kitchen from the garage I looked at my phone for the time and then flipped on the lamp by the bed. I then laid there and waited. I knew for sure she would come in. In fact I fully expected her to whisk through the bedroom, grab whatever was forgotten, and head out frantically. However, she walked in calmly, walked over to the bed, and handed me a tiny donut hole. She said, “this is for you.” She had a little twinkle in her eye as she turned and walked slowly back out of the bed room.

I walked in a daze towards the glow of the kitchen. I could see her silhouetted in the light by the counter and her mini-me was standing their with her. She had bought these baked delicacies for work and thought enough of us to come back home, disrupt her day, and love on us. It was beautiful. It spoke volumes to us without her uttering a word. It was what good days are made of.

It was nice…

It felt normal…

It felt new…

It felt fresh…

Yet…it felt familiar…

Now I sit in my office. My stomach is one donut hole fuller now than it was prior to 7:00am. My heart is one random act of kindness fuller than it was prior to today. Things are not perfect, in fact they probably never will be what we deem perfection. However, today I got a little glimpse of the something new, fresh, nice, and familiar. Here is to hoping I live in that and not the other stuff we tend to dwell in.

i have a good friend named shelby.

he and i played music together what seems like eons ago.

he has a new band called minor characters.

they are good.

i like them…

so should you…

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However you could not be more wrong. Even though I do love the occasional picture of woodland goodness, these photos are actually of my good friends Ben and Crystal Woods. I have known this fine looking couple for the better part of 13 years now and have to say that I love them more and more as time goes on. Ben and I spent a brief time of life traveling and playing music, but have spent even more time enjoying life and pouring into each other. While in the frozen tundra of Illinois I got to spend a day taking some rad new pics for my friends and their family. Check em’ out.

20 Things I Love About My Bride

1. A woman of her word
2. Her compassion for those with less…
3. She is an incredible mom
4. I could listen to her laugh all day long
5. She is a woman of the book (scripture)
6. She is OCD…in the best possible way!!!
7. I could get lost in her eyes for days
8. Her spirit is rooted deep in discernment
9. The way she breaths deeply when she sleeps
10. Her ability to bake…I’m just sayin!!!
11. She has a great attention to detail
12. The way she is driven in all things
13. She is immensely creative
14. Her ability to write is second to none
15. She is an unbelievable speaker
16. Her ability to listen before speaking
17. She loves giving gifts more than receiving them
18. Family means the world to her
19. Her ability to be independent yet dependent all at once
20. She is smokin’ hot…you really thought I would leave that out!!! Come on…you should know better!!!

No wind…

Blue Skies…

Fall colors…

Great family to shoot photos of!!!

The Gotcher’s are one of those families that I know that I will be friends with the rest of my life. Three years ago they commissioned me to take their family photos when I was first starting out in photography and today was our annual moment in time to shoot some more photos of their rockin looking family!!! Here are a few of my favs of the day. To see the rest go to my Flickr and check them out and leave some love.

]]> http://freshairpoetry.com/2010/11/27/the-gotcher-family-2/feed/ 1 http://freshairpoetry.com/2010/11/12/my-favorite-veteran/ http://freshairpoetry.com/2010/11/12/my-favorite-veteran/#comments Fri, 12 Nov 2010 11:42:27 +0000 Trevor http://freshairpoetry.com/?p=2301 Yesterday I got to play golf with my dad. The beauty was that my mom came and rode along too. It was so relaxing. It was the first time in a long time that I got to spend that much time with the two of them at once. It was special too because yesterday was Veteran’s Day and my dad is my favorite veteran. My dad served in the 101st Airborne division in Vietnam. He was a Sargent E-6, was a green beret and earned a purple heart. He fought for my freedoms. He fought for your freedoms. He made our world a better place. It was fitting that yesterday I got a few moments to simply honor my pops. I love him and know if you have met him you do too!!!