As someone who takes about 300-700 pictures a week (seriously), I am never without a glimpse into my world as I knew it during a chapter in our life. I'm always documenting. Always journaling. Always snapping pictures. Always writing this blog. The things I love and do and care about are perpetually encapsulated in one way or another. I'm basically like an emotastic teenager who constantly scribes away their every emotion. And as much as I'm now visualizing myself as the little brother in "The Wedding Crashers", it has allowed me to realize something.
I can tell by my stupid smiley face in the pictures. I can tell by the way that my heart feels when I reflect on what just happened and I can tell by the frequency in which these images appear: Being outside and being with my dog may just be one of the loves of my life. It doesn't cost money, it doesn't require fancy outfits or a deluge of surface social greetings. It just requires a dog and the outdoors. Some sun helps. Lotsa husband helps. Some hiking helps. Some beautiful flowers help. Some ocean helps. Some tired dog post-hike cuddles help. But really, it's just enough to be outside, hanging out with another species (who happens to understand what the eff you are saying) against the backdrop of this beautiful earth.
It's the simple things.