Well, this morning, I was piddlin' around in the kitchen and my cell phone began it's obnoxious tune. It is one of those shreaky, wordless, doop-de-doo ringtones that is so annoying. It is a Go Phone, after all. I have to use the Go Phone because I put my new phone on top of my car and peeled out! I am sure it is waterlogged in some ditch. So, back to the obnoxious ringing. I think I was off in never-never land because I was totally not phased. Karmyn, who was sitting at the bar, asked with sarcasm, "Mom, do actually NOT hear your phone?" Oh, okedokie...I think I came back to earth and reached to see who called. hmmmm? I didn't recognize the number. As I was scratching my head in thought, up pops "1 Voicemail". So, I proceed to go check the message. Guess who it was? One guess, go ahead, take a gander...yep! You got it. It was the lady from the nail salon! She wanted to talk with me about photography for her daughter's wedding. What? Come on! I really could not believe that she had kept my contact information for so long.
We played phone tag a few times today. But, by the end of the day, we came to an agreement and I have the supreme honor of being the photographer chosen to capture the memories of a very special time in the life of two young people. Remember the butterflies that I had on our first meeting? They came back today! Butterflies of exitement...and, dare I say, a bit of pride in my photography and how it has grown to mean so very much to me!