I've received lots of emails from some of you starting with, "I hope you don't think I'm stalking you but…" and then you go on to tell me a story, ask a question about a paint color, my camera, where I live in case we can ever get together for coffee, etc, etc. Please know I so do not think you're a stalker. What would you think of me if you knew that I've actually spoken with or met at least three fellow bloggers who would have been complete strangers were it not for their blog?! I called Andrea with camera woes, Miss Charlotte with publishing questions, and met up with Karen after both of us randomly moved from opposite sides of the country to the same area.
In fact, just a few weeks ago I thought to myself, "I wonder if I'll ever meet someone in this rinky dink town and discover I've been following their blog or some crazy thing like that?" And then "some crazy thing like that" happened.
She explains the story a little better, but Readers Digest version: I've been in Sunday School with this girl for, like, months. (and I promise I'm intelligent, people, but sometimes I succumb to my inner high school valley girl).
Meet Sweet Rachel. That's what she makes me call her.
Okay, just kidding. But she would be mortified if you thought that. She's that sweet. Way, way sweeter than me.
She's a great photographer and she's teaching me some of what she's learned with her DSLR and Photoshop in the past year (can you believe she's only been at it a year?). Since there are no photography classes here, I can use all the help I can get. And now I've got lens envy (see me using her expensive equipment here). I have so much to learn. And I want to be there already. You know, awesome. Why must it take so long to become awesome?
And thank you all so much for your concern for Luke and his family. I'm sad that so many of you carry the burden of grief as well – it's not a club anyone wants to belong to.