The Sleeping Giant

Monday, June 28, 2010

post-camping hair


i had to cut a ponytail holder out of my hair this morning. why am i sharing this? to make my mother proud, of course!
Posted by jami and chuck at 12:23 PM

2 comments:

krista said...

james..you seriously look HOT!!! I had no idea your hair was soooo long..i love it!

June 29, 2010 at 7:46 AM
Steph said...

I was about to say the same thing! Dang Sexy Jami!!!

June 29, 2010 at 11:00 AM

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We were pleased to find our new home nestled in the mountains, the landscape literally breathing, humming to be exact. We met her at dusk. With the curves and the strength of a mother, she towers over Helena. She has truly and lackadaisically seen it all. She watched as a town, drunk off of hope, arose at her feet. She slumbered when the gold mines and cathedrals were abandoned, when the deer began to re-inhabit what was rightfully theirs all along. We instantly related to her, this “sleeping giant,” whose name summed up the possibilities of who we could become here, both ready to make our lives much richer. It is here, under her wise disinterest, that we plan not to start over, but awaken together and daily breath in deep gulps of her mountain air.
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