Red Nail Polish and Being an Adult

My dad would never let me wear red fingernail polish as a kid. He always said that it was too adult of a color for a little girl. Sometime in the last few months, I purchased a bottle of red nail polish and as I painted my nails red for the first time in forever, his words rang in my head, I somehow felt like an adult and wasn't sure how I felt about that.

From about February until now, there have been alternating periods of extreme busyness. . .or the opposite thereof. In the course of those months, I have been privileged to attend a HUGE photography conference that happens once a year in Vegas given by WPPI. Immediately following that I attended a photo/business/life workshop hosted by Dane Sanders. I have also gotten to enjoy several online informational seminars. {{deeeeeep breath}} PLUS I am attempting to read Dave Ramsey's "Total Money Makeover" as well as keep up my personal Bible study so that, above all else, I maintain a strong relationship with Jehovah including attending the wonderful three-day convention in Duluth designed to strengthen and encourage. Needless to say, I have been having a hard time assimilating this plethora of information in my life and into the thinkings of my mind.

And they call all of this being an adult. . . {{SIGH}}

That is looking on the downside of things though. Sprinkled in these months have been photo sessions with beautiful loving people getting ready to bring new life into the world, or just celebrating life just how it is. I know I sound like a million other photographers out there by saying this but I truly do love what I do professionally. In today's economy, many would say that what I offer is a luxury. I agree. It is a luxury I don't think many should do without. As my husband and I fill in the Dave Ramsey budget sheet, I am planning on adding a savings column for pictures to be taken of myself and my family (preferably before I have to get braces, but that's a whole other story) so that I can have some of the beautiful images that I take of others all the time. My walls are lonely.

I'll leave you with the cutest little video of Liam I came across while going through my hard drive tonight. It seems fitting as the epitome of what sweetness and innocence are and also the joy that being an adult can actually bring.

Untitled from Abra Morris on Vimeo.

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Intertwined

One of the talks on the assembly program Sunday was about the example parents should set for their children in the truth. One interviewee mentioned how his parents always talked fondly of their time spent in the full time ministry and that helped spur him on. My parents were always like that also. The brightest best times in their married lives were when they were serving in Bethel or special pioneering in North Carolina right after they got married. My mom always recalls fondly the time when she worked unassigned territory in Kentucky. I always complain that my dad is impossible to get gifts for because his only hobby is the Truth. :D I think all of this is the basis for my (so far) unfulfilled desire to pioneer and I thank them for that.

I love how they are attempting to interlace their fingers but not quite succeeding. My mom has the tiniest little hands that it is impossible for her to interlace her little fingers with my dad’s big paws.

That is why I love this picture of my parents holding hands at the assembly with my dad’s personal bound Bible in the foreground. They have stuck through the hard times with the help of Jehovah and they have been such a wonderful example for me. They have handed down to me a priceless spiritual heritage.