Yesterday was a gloomy day with consistent rain. While Jimmy was working, I ran a couple errands with my friend Kristen and as we sat in Starbucks talking for a while, we talked about missing California and the sunshine. Here in Anchorage, summer weather is rainy weather. Overcast, gloom, and rain. After a week of amazing sunshiney weather, the rain yesterday had me feeling rather melancholy. I began to think about the fact that if I’m already feeling gloomy and it’s not even winter yet, I’ll be in trouble come November and on, when the first snow will fall and there will be less than 6 hours of light a day. For some reason, it started to really bum me out. We’ve been here for a little over a month now, and yesterday was the first day that the weather actually got to me. I began to worry about the future and learning to adjust and handling my emotions, as well as my husbands. I came home, sat on the couch and stared blankly at the wall for a good 20 minutes. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. So I grabbed my laptop and began to look through pictures. I was tempted to look through photos that were taken in California, but felt like that wouldn’t do me any good. I felt an urge to look at recent photos instead…and thats when the unexplainable sadness that was weighing on my heart began to lift. I realized that I am surrounded by so much beauty here. A view such as this…

…less than 15 minutes from my house.

The fact that I am lucky enough to be making a home with the love of my life and sharing this journey with him. A journey of unmade beds, piled up dirty dishes, and leaving lights on. But also a journey of slow dancing in the kitchen (yes, we ARE that couple), decorating with what little we have, and quality time in the AM before he goes off to work.

Getting encouraged by some wonderful wives here and my sis-in-law back home to pursue my love for photography further…(not to mention having them be my guinea pigs and pose for me so I can get the experience!)

and last but not least, taking full advantage of it when the sun does decide to pop out and say hello.

By the end of the day, I realized that this won’t be the last time I’ll get the weather blues. But God will remind me once again, how good He is and how much He has blessed my tiny family. So once again I will say, we are blessed. So. Incredibly. Blessed.

Bring it on snow and darkness, I’ll be welcoming you with open arms.