Warning: This post is going to be a sappy one. So if you are one of those people who hates reading about how much other people love their spouses on blogs... then you best just go blog stalk somewhere else. I would suggest going HERE or HERE but not HERE.
On my way to work this evening, I drove past the Fine Arts building at Utah State. I drive past it fairly frequently, and I often think of the time that I spent there while I was taking a photography class. (I loved the photography class, although it was very time intensive.) I would be in the darkroom for hours on end, trying to get my prints to have the perfect contrast and quality. There were many nights that David would bring little Juliet (our laptop computer) to the photo lab with me and do homework. He was always so kind, so encouraging, and so patient. After I would make a couple of test proofs in the dark room, I would come out and drag David away from his homework so he could give his opinion on which white, black and grey combination looked best.
(Sidenote: There are two acceptable spelling of the word grey. G-r-a-y is simply an American derivation of the original spelling g-r-e-y. I think that gray is quite an ugly word, while grey is much more appealing to the eye. Don't judge me.)
(Sidenote: There are two acceptable spelling of the word grey. G-r-a-y is simply an American derivation of the original spelling g-r-e-y. I think that gray is quite an ugly word, while grey is much more appealing to the eye. Don't judge me.)
In fact, here is a picture of David and I in the photo lab. It was taken by my darling sister-in-law Amy when she came up to visit, and ended up having to stay in the photo lab for a couple of hours for me to finish a deadline. (Don't worry, we took her to Aggie Ice Cream to make up for it!)
Aren't we cute?
There is one particular memory that stands out to me about my time in the USU Photo Lab. This was one of those days that I can pin down as "This is when I was falling in love with David." I hope you know what I mean. Of course falling in love is a gradual process, and I already loved him very, very much at this point. But this was the real deal. This was when I said to myself "You want to marry this boy, you want to look into those blue eyes for the rest of your life."
Have I built up enough anticipation? Okay, here we go.
I was working hard on a project for my photography class. Our assignment was to have two portraits for class the next day. I had already finished one portrait (one of my sister jumping off the block A on the quad) and was working on my second. None of the pictures that I had taken were working for me. I had to take two entire rolls of film for this project, so I had plenty of material to work with, but none of my "best" shots looked the way I wanted them to. I decided to take a break from my real work and enlarge a picture of David from my film negatives. I started working on getting the contrast right, and couldn't stop. The thing that I couldn't quite see in the photo negative was the intensity in his big beautiful eyes. I spend at least two hours, maybe more, on this portrait of David. It was very simple, just a closeup of his face, but I was completely captivated.
(It is important to note that David was not with me in the photo lab this night. He had driven down to West Jordan for a family thing.)
The majority of my time was spent with small two-inch test strips trying to get the contrast of his eyes exactly perfect. Every time I looked at those eyes I saw how deep the love he had for me went. He was so happy, and his eyes were practically sparkling (a manly form of sparkling, of course). Throughout the course of the evening, I stared at those eyes like I never had before. By the end of the night, I knew that I wanted to be with those eyes forever. I knew that I would never find so much love in a pair of eyes as I found in those eyes.
I wish that I had that picture here with me so I could post it. Unfortunately, as it was a film photography class, I don't have a digital copy of the picture. However, here is another picture to show how blue his gorgeous eyes are.
(Thanks for the great shot Mindy, we love our pictures! If anyone is looking for a fantastic photographer, check out Mindy Black Photography. She is outstanding!)
As I was writing this post, I googled "poems about blue eyes" and decided that I would share some of these gems with you! (Haha. Prepare yourself. You have to love the world wide web!)
These poems are dedicated to David, my darling blue eyed boy:
Excerpt #1:
His blue eyes shined,
like the clear blue skies,
on a bright summer morning.
on a bright summer morning.
When he smiled
he could melt your heart,
Excerpt #2:
When I look into your beautiful blue eyes I can see the stars twinkling in the sky When I feel your hand touch mine I feel a warmth so deep and so fine You have stolen a piece of my heart
Excerpt #3:
those blue blue eyes tell it all
caught in those eyes, your blue blue eyes
floating in, you wonder why
its everything youve ever done
that draws me to the only one
dont ever want this feeling to end
my love for you has only just begun
caught in those eyes, your blue blue eyes
floating in, you wonder why
its everything youve ever done
that draws me to the only one
dont ever want this feeling to end
my love for you has only just begun
Excerpt #4:
As I look at you
Into those
gorgeous blue eyes
Full of life
Full of love
No thoughts
make me happier
Than dancing in the sand with you
As shades of
purple sunset fades away And now for my own poem dedicated to David:
Roses are red, your eyes are blue;
I think you love me, and I love you too!
