I’ve been wanting to share these photos to the blog for a while, and I thought it V appropriate to share during the holidays, especially this past weekend when I was missing my family more than usual. This Thanksgiving was my first one away from my home and family in Indiana, and it felt a little weird. At least I was able to spend it with my sister (and roommate). She cooked all the food and made an AMAZING spread for our two-person Thanksgiving, and for that I’m eternally grateful.
Thanksgiving away from the family had me thinking even more about how important they are to me, considering it was bittersweet being in Austin. I seriously have the MOST amazing family ever (I know most people say this, but it’s actually true for me). I am blessed that I grew up in the same small town in Indiana my whole life, that my parents are still together, and that they’ve taught and shown me how important marriage and a family unit is. People have always given me flack for being from a small southern, Indian town, but I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my childhood anywhere else. The values that were instilled in me are some that I don’t think I would have valued as much had I grown up somewhere “cooler” or in a bigger city. It takes 15 minutes or less to get anywhere in town, and although the nearest Nordstrom is over an hour away, there’s no where else I would want to come home to.
My parents compliment each other like no other – my mom, being the outgoing, social one. My dad, the laid-back one, who, at this point in his life, understands that in a house with all girls, the best thing he can do is just sit back and go with the flow. When I think of all the ballet recitals, cheer competitions, shopping trips to the American Girl Doll store and just all around girly activities we put him through, my dad was at every single one, with a smile on his face. In other words, thanks dad, for putting up with us girl all these years.
My parents first met at a mall (which I find very appropriate – can you tell I’m my mother’s daughter??) My dad saw her from afar, went up to her, and asked for her help shopping for a suit (smart move, dad). They talked and shopped together for a while, and when my dad finally asked my mom for her number, she told him to look it up in the phone book (smooth move if I do say so myself). As soon as she got home that day, my dad had already left her a voicemail on her answering machine. And the rest, they say, is history.
In conclusion, I just really wanted a reason to share these family photos with you guys. If you’ve read this whole post, then thanks for letting me share a little more of my life, beyond fashion. I’m a pretty private person, but one of my goals for this next year is to give you guys a deeper glimpse into my life as a whole. Taking it back to fashion in my next post, so stay tuned.
Photos by Laura Von Photography