Becky comes a calling...

During the holidays

I had a blogger come to visit.

 Becky of Farmgirl paints. 

I was a reader of hers long before 

I ever wrote my first blog.

She is a an artist.

She makes jewelry

and 

she paints in the most wonderful way.

My girls commissioned a painting from her 

of my house, a year ago

and it is one of my most fave things.

I loved reading about her girls,

 her life, and her faith.

She seemed normal and big-hearted.

Her e-mails were always so sweet.

Her parents live near me so

we had always said one day 

we would hug each other's necks.

I wrote her an email and invited her over.

I deleted it.

I figured she is too busy...

her family never gets enough of her...

she won't have time.

Literally in just a few minutes 

I got a message from her

asking if I had time to visit over the holidays!

Then, I was nervous that she was coming.

Would she like me?

Would I like her?

Would we have enough to talk about

  since I am older and in a different stage of life?

Well, that was a waste of thoughts.

She walked in the back door and 

bingo! I loved her.

She is warm, funny, loving and

a bundle of cute adorableness.

A very little bundle.

She is not even a bit chubby 

no matter that she claims 

she needed tarped. haha

She said I looked younger in person...

And I swear she had no alcohol on her breath. 

Who doesn't want to hear that?

We didn't have enough time.

The visit flew by.

She snapped pictures everywhere.

 She really liked my house.

That makes a girl feel good.

She's a camera girl and

her photos are always beautiful.

Although, I gave her a challenge

because I am not photogenic.

It became hilarious trying to get just one good one.

I blink my eyes and I get all self-conscious 

of my chinny-chin-chins.

 My daughter, Maggie actually got the above one

of the two of us that's decent.

I usually look like I just came out of surgery.

More like, a dead chunky Asian man 

who didn't survive the surgery. 

At least my kids like to say that.

They are so sweet.

For me, looking alert is an accomplishment.

Most pictures looked like this...

and believe me there were many, many more..

 

Don't hate me because I am beautiful.

She inspires me to practice posing (ugh) and

to learn to edit photos.

But truthfully, I can't care.

I am all about the blather 

and very little about the photos.

Like that is a surprise to any of you.

But I am going to try to care.

Go see her blog...

read the nice stuff she said about me.

We had a wonderful time.

I loved her before and now even more so.

She is the berries.

You will love her too.

P.S. Thanks for all the anniversary and blogiversary wishes...

you guys really are the coolest. xoxo