This weekend Tim and I spent a good part of our day cleaning our beloved Bertha, the 1995 Ford Bronco that’s been with us since day one of our days together. Tim’s had her since, I dunno… forever? She’s been through a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot… of girlfriends. (HAH! Did I say that out loud?) I joke. But seriously. We found an old, tangled-up gold necklace in the depths of Bertha’s innards. Something I would never wear. But I digress.

As we were cleaning her out & re-living the past 12 years of our relationship through found old love notes, cd’s, trail maps from our honeymoon and even a picture of what Dave & Buster’s Gene Machine thought our love-child would look like (thank the Lord they were wrong, right? I mean. No offense to whomever’s little girl that really is.) we came across an old roll of 35mm film!

We were both very much hoping that it would contain the long-lost pictures of our engagement, so we excitedly drove to Ritz Camera and had them developed immediately.

The treasure that was on that roll was, unfortunately not our long-lost pictures of our engagement…
but proof!

Proof that this 34-year-old mama was once fearless.

FEAR. LESS.