This Could Get Dangerous

I have a new toy.

I got an iPhone this weekend, and thanks to fellow photographer friends, it took me no time at all to download instagram and test out the fun filters.

(And if you tell Sean I posted this, I will delete it and deny everything.)

My Valentine

To my husband Sean:

Five years ago you were by my side when I said good-bye to my grandfather in the hospital. You told him then that you would take good care of me. Since that day much has happened, much has changed, but one thing has stayed the same. You have kept that promise. You have cared for me in every possible way. Just yesterday you sat on the phone with me for half an hour while I struggled to try and change my first flat tire. Later you told me how proud you were of me for not crying.

You are my best friend, my clown, my dearest confidante, my security blanket, my rock and my reigns. When I overwhelm myself (which has been often), you are always there to pull me back to focus. You remind me daily of how perfectly God works in our lives, because He placed you in mine.

I know you’re not a fan of how your hair looks in this photo, but the story behind it means so much to me that it’s one of my favorites. I had worn you down until you agreed to sit for me. The morning we had arranged to take the pictures you woke up so sick. But you let me click away despite that.

Thank you for loving me despite my flaws, for growing with me and encouraging me every day. You are my Valentine, ever since the day you asked me on instant messenger 8 years (8 years!!!) ago to be yours.

Love Always,

Your Briana

Beauty is a Pain

Things are looking a little different around here. Ok, completely and utterly different. Except for me. I’m still me.

What started out as a refresh and relaunch turned into a complete wipe of the slate for Wake Up, Juliet. It wasn’t intentional, but now I have ammo the next time Sean tells me to build a webpage on my own. In his words: “It shouldn’t be that difficult.”

A couple hours and a click of the wrong button later and I was convinced I had broken the internet.

I had hit save, navigated to another page and suddenly my blog and my WordPress dashboard didn’t exist on the server anymore. After a few minutes of shock, disbelief and furiously hitting the back button and undo command (I don’t know, it works in Word), I told Sean that I broke my site.

Sean looked at the tears welling up in my eyes and said “Calm down, what did you press that made it go away?”

“I don’t know…something about url addresses and directories… This is why I wanted your help!!! I can’t be trusted with codey things!”

Yes, I got dramatic.

I turned the reigns over to him and he tapped away for an hour or so, muttering under his breath and letting a curse fly when something didn’t work. I think in the end I wound up sending it into an infinite loop or something.

“Would it be easier to just start over?” I asked him.

And that’s what we did. After a reinstallation, a new directory, and Sean’s instructions to ‘NEVER touch this box here again’, Wake Up, Juliet got a totally fresh start. And you know what?

I’m excited.

And I love my husband, the website fixer.

So enjoy the new digs with the assurance that no computers were harmed (well, much) in the relaunching of this website.