Ashton Gardens    We're sooo thankful we were able to celebrate our wedding day here. My Man of Honor and My Matron of Honor Our toesies (and reflections!) The dip Mr. and Mrs. The parents The boys The girls (and boy!) LOVE!    First dance    Dancing with my daddy :) (the one on the right is my most favorite picture of him) "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in  my heart) I am never without it (anywhere  I go you go, my dear: and whatever is done  by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky ...

Can I tell you something?  Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.  It's a secret.  I've kept it hidden deep, deep down for quite a while now.   I'm not perfect. I'm.   Not. Perfect. I wake up each morning with the intent to try hard, do my best, and be ready to take on the day ahead of me.  And each day, it seems, at least lately, I blow it.  I can't do it on my own.  I try.  I try really hard.   And yet. I don't try hard enough.   Does that make sense?  I mean, I put forth effort.  I do what I'm supposed to do.  I listen and follow directions.  And yet.   I feel like some mornings I have to drag myself kicking and screaming (in my head, at least) out of bed.  Is that how it's supposed to be?  It can't be.  I don't believe that it is.  And yet. That's how it is.   Sometimes. Other days, it's lovely.  The sun is shining dow n (and crea t...