blah blah and 4 walls

I've noticed I've become a "blah" blogger lately.

You know what I'm talking about, they {we} are a dime a dozen. You may have fallen victim to it's dull ways yourself...

You can predict the posts before they pop up.

she's probably going to talk about "shoes" "boyfriend" "fashion" "finals" {fill in the blank}

{which by the way, none of these are bad blogging topics. In fact, they are some of my favs. But after the 3rd, 5th, TENTH post...they start to get old}

Lately, for me it's been the Sr. Photoshoots.

{any type of photo shoot really...}

I've never been busier with photography {a shoot every day this week?! Some days TWO!}

I really truly can't complain since it's what I love doing.

But I have to admit...I'm having a hard time with TIME MANAGEMENT.

Where are the weeks going?!

Doesn't "TIME" know I have:

a wedding to plan?!

seniors to shoot!? {don't freak...with my CAMERA...}

a new job to somehow fit in my hectic life!? {more on this excitement later}

and probably most {2nd} importantly: WALLS TO PAINT.

yes. you heard me. WALLS TO PAINT. but not just any walls.

the 4 walls that will encompass the 500 square foot {and I'm rounding up...} area B and I will call "home".

Our first home.

the place we begin our lives together the place we will fight over what color to paint the clawfoot tub the place we will kiss each other's faces off the place we will begin our traditionsthe place we will fall even more in love the place we will tell each other soul secrets the place we take care of each other the place where we will be so crammed we wont have any choice but to snuggle constantly the place we will laugh and cry the place we will make love {hehe} the place we will stare up at our popcorn ceiling and wonder why anyone ever thought it was a good ideathe place the stove and I will finally become friends (maybs)the place where Brandon will serenade me to sleep the place where I'll demand he tucks me in like a mermaid just like my mom used to do. the place we will have many an adventuresthe place we will be humbled by when we freeze our toes off in the winter the place we will forever refer to as our first home.

Wait till you see the wonderful color Brando invented.

{that's right....too cool for paint swatches!}

I'm trying to do some good "before and after"s cause believe me...it'll be drastic. So I'm saving those pics for later. SUSPENSE! {bwhahahah!}

hopefully these will suffice for now:

oh and p.s. the overload of senior photos isn't likely to stop any time soon. they just keep....graduating! there's nothing i can do to stop it....it's madness.

counting down

Sunday marked

two months of being engaged

&

two more months till we wed!

I couldn't sleep last night. I was just laying there thinking about how much Brandon has changed my life these past 8 months. And how much my life is going to change these next two. You want to know what? I'm STILL twitterpatted. I still get butterflies when he grabs my hand. I still get all dizzy with his kisses. I still get antsy and fidgety when I know I'll see him soon. I can't wait to be his wife. I can't wait to be Mrs. Brandon White. I can't wait to be all his. I can't wait to snuggle up to him every night and wake up to him every morning.

I love him.

so I made him a little countdown.

each link has some little sussy of sorts: a favorite memory, inside jokes, phrases we say, lots of "I love you" and "xoxoxo".

My Sweet Brandon

Most people would say something like this:

"I'd love you even if we were horribly poor and lived in a tiny basement apartment with a window so small and so low to the ground that light rarely found it's way in."

but not my sweet Brandon.

Nope.

He says:

"I'd love you even if we had lots and lots of money and lived in a big fancy house and had really nice things and drove ritzy cars."

My Brandon is something else.

I think he's one of the few people in the world who's got his head screwed on right.

He doesn't love fancy cars.

He loves me.

He doesn't like nice things.

He likes me.

He doesn't want money.

He wants me.

I'll be the first to admit that I can be rather petty at times.

But HE gets me back on track. NOT by calling me out. But by his example. He is happy in the most simplistic ways. He's rubbing off on me. And it's changing the way I view the world.

The world is so much prettier, happier, and hopeful with him by my side.

Dear Brandon,

I JUST love you. You've saved me from my self destructive ways :) You are my calm and my peace. You are my constant source of encouragement and happiness. I love your little isms! I love the silly faces you make and the Nicholas Cage impersonations (that I pretend to hate). I love our picnic dates on the living room floor. I love our wild sunflowers in soda bottles. I love our dancing to Big Band music. I love resting my head on your legs while you play around on the guitar. I love your sweet nothing whispers. I love you playing footsies with me during dinner and sneaking "i love yous" during the prayer. I love how you are so sweet to me even when I'm mean and bridezilla to you. And even when I over-react and get upset over silly things, you say "I love you anyway". I love how you love me even when I completely forget to take my advertising test and therefore fail it. I love how you have an opinion about this wedding of ours! And that you tell me what to do (when i give you permission) so that I don't have to make every-single-silly decision myself. Oh gee I am so excited to marry you! I'm so excited for this list to grow each new moment I spend with you.

I just love you.

xoxoxo

your Claire

living room picnics :) complete with bubbly, plastic champaign glasses, and cottage cheese.

we are super classy people.

this just might be my new favorite photo

{that look on his face just melts my butter}