So simple. So beautiful. So putting a smile on my face today…

Happy weekend all!

Krysta

Heartbreaking it is…to see all that she has had to endure. Undeserving. Inspiring it is…to see all that she remains. Persevering. Proud I am. To call her my mama.
On days where I know nothing can be said, no gift can hold worth, no remedy exists. I need my Mama to know just how much I love her with every ounce of my being…

I don’t know if I have words to explain the day we had. I do know that when I see these pictures, I feel so incredibly blessed she’s mine.

So many Luvs to you today and every day Mama.
Your Cowcie

I know riggghhhttt? Can you believe how gorgeous it is? I’m completely smitten with it.
It traveled many many miles to get here and I feel so amazed that Miss Jo from LoveStamped, hand made it for me and sent it all the way from Australia. Shortly before Christmas it arrived in the most beautiful wrapping with the most beautiful card and reduced me to tears. My three favorite boys all in one spot with my Papa in my heart where he most assuredly will always remain.
Jo, I can’t find enough thank yous. I honestly can’t. It is absolutely beautiful as are you and I feel so incredibly special when it hangs around my neck…

Go get LoveStamp’d people!

Much Love Jo,
Krysta

Seriously, if I could take home all of the children I fall in love with, I would have hundreds by now. I would be like the old woman who lived in a shoe…except my shoe would be a five inch patent leather red heel. Brady would’ve lost his mind and left me a long time ago. BUT I would be surrounded with sweet beauties so I wouldn’t know the difference.
Lucky me, I got to munch on Miss Katelyn and Miss McKenna for a few hours. If Katelyn looks familiar, it’s because we did a summer shoot with her in July. However, the weather was a bit more cooperative then. We were forced inside this shoot due to my lovely friend who goes by the name of Winter.
I also got to try out some new post procesing I’ve been futzing around with and I must say I do love the outcome. Aren’t they absolutely beautiful? Can you see why, if given permission, I would gladly call them my own?

Today is the 15th, which means tomorrow will be the 16th. It is a number that holds so much meaning now…one I cannot disregard.
I drove home today thinking of so many moments with my father…wishing mostly that I could pick up the phone and talk to him. It’s such a simple request really. To speak with him, to gain bits of his wisdom, to give me advice and guidance of how I should proceed going forward in this life. Yet, it cannot be so.
I am constantly humbled by the character my father possessed. His patience. His inability to acknowledge anger. His extraordinary accomplishments in this life and his refusal to be recognized for them. I have talked many many times of how Good my father was and still, I feel my words can never fully do him justice.
Years ago, I came home from college to work at the golf course for the summer. I had never shown any interest in golf until I started working there. I couldn’t understand why my brother and father had shown such an obsession with the sport. Surely taking a piece of metal to an incredibly small, white object couldn’t be anything related to fun. And then one day I decided I would give it a go to see what all of the fuss was about. I was clubless and had not a clue as to what I was doing. I came home after my shift at the course and in between changing to leave again, I ran to the top of the stairs and said, “Dad, I want to learn to GOLF!” I came home that night to a new and polished set of golf clubs with pink tees to match. My father was so excited he had gone out shortly after I left and bought me a new set of clubs while I was gone. The next day he would risk his life teaching me to swing. He stayed with me for hours as I grew more and more impatient watching the ball go in every direction but straight ahead. Time and time again he would say, “You can do this. Just keep going!” Finally, I hit the ball so far I couldn’t see it land. “That’s the Krysta I know,” he exclaimed as we both jumped up and down.
Shortly after he asked me to be his partner in his company golf tournament. I politely declined telling him I wasn’t good enough to which he replied, “You’re good enough for me!” Colorful language in tow, I swung and missed many many times. I ruined any chance of him coming out with a good score. Coming up on the 18th hole, with arms folded and sulking I commented on how much the day sucked. I told him he would have been much better off asking Nathan to golf with him. On the car ride home later that day he responded to my rant by saying, “I just want you to know that my day didn’t suck at all. I got to spend it with you…” He wasn’t keeping score. He didn’t care. He was very much just enjoying the time that he and I got to share together…how I wish for those moments back.
And so on a day where the stress level is well past where it should be, body aching, and the world feeling as though it is a bit tipped off its axis, I am reminded that it was very much him who told me to “keep going.”
How I miss you today and every day Papa.