This is it. The most important day of the year. No, not your birthday. Not your anniversary. Not even Christmas. It is the first Sunday of the National Football League. A full 12 hours of nothing but guys giving their all to tally up higher numbers than the team they are fighting. This day has been counted down ever since the last second of play during Superbowl in early February.
This day marks something for me to.
As that last second ticked down to :00 I had a pulse of energy surge through my body. The excitement of a full five months of Sundays, free to do whatever I wanted with my boyfriend was almost too impossible to imagine. And of course it was. The yearning to see a football game began directly after March Madness, the football magazine reading began at the beginning of July, and the long awaited fantasy football draft finally arrived mid-August.
Since then, it has been nothing than good ol' fashion football drama. Which players are making a scene, which teams are going to suck, and what coach will be fired first?
I love my boyfriend. I support him and all his interests. But as I emerged from my morning shower and heard the excited mumble of several voices sliding under my bedroom door, I began my own countdown clock again. For most, its is the beginning of a great season full of wings, burgers and dogs. For me, it is one day closer to having a full time boyfriend again. One week down, 15 to go.
Had another shoot this afternoon with one cool chick! Alyssa is so much fun to work with, she is totally comfortable in front of the camera. I only had to ask her to pose a certain way a few times. I have an array of gorgeous photos that are well on their way to being produced, but here are just a few to get an idea....
