If you know me at all, you know that I’m really one for surprises. I think that the best ones are some of the sweetest moments in life, and in a world where everything seems to be more planned and perfected every day, a little mystery can be a nice breath of fresh air.
So much do I love a good surprise that even if I happen to pick up on something suspicious going on, I will do everything in my power not to figure it out (unlike some of you who may happen to be a little more curious).
When it comes to this matter of surprises, husband and I could not be more different. Ty prefers what he likes to call “planned spontaneity.” In other words, he’s not a fan of being surprised. The organized, methodical half of the two of us likes having a plan—knowing the who, what, where, when, why, and how of it all.
Different as it may be from me, I really love this about him. He is a note-taking, calendar-making machine, and I’m so thankful for how the Lord has wired him this way. And, fortunately for me, just because he doesn’t like being surprised, doesn’t mean he isn’t up for surprising others.
Case in point: a couple of weeks ago when I became the owner of a Canon Rebel—the dslr camera I had been wanting forever, but also thought would be forever before I had. Ty had researched, saved, and talked to several people before surprising me with the camera I’ve had my eye on for quite some time. So thoughtful and so generous, and so like Ty to do.
Now that I have this new toy, my favorite thing to do is to take to the streets and play photographer. There’s something I just love about capturing stills of a world so fluid—one that’s always moving, always changing.
And I especially love the fact that I have the Windy City as my playground. I have much to learn about this world of photography, but it’s so fun that I have Chicago to practice on.
She makes for the best backdrop. Don’t you think?
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