"MISERY LOVES COMPANY, TOO"

"SUPERNOVA"

"MISERY LOVES COMPANY, TOO" 

For Christmas, Bobby gifted me with "swing dancing lessons for two". Unbeknownst to him, this was not a single class... Instead, a six week course. (I dropped that bombshell on him on the way to our first class heheheh.) But WE DID IT. Last night was the conclusion of Lindy Hop Crash Course 1, and despite the looks here, we both had fun. (I think.) At the very least, we now have a whole new arsenal of moves for all future weddings. #lindyhop #wehavearrived #clearthedancefloor #jk #pleasedont
Missing this one in particular today, but incredibly grateful for the other dads who have been there for me along the way. I could list more, but I'm pretty sure Instagram has a cap on the number of photos you can post (maybe not? I know nothing.) Happy Father's Day, one and all. Life is weird. Life is also wonderful. ❤️#dadsarecool #hugyourdad
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Behind the scenes at @bryn0308 and Jared's ceremony yesterday. Despite the raindrops, the jam band competing with us from across the river, the gator lurking in waters (this could be a rumor- tbd), and the jet engines flying overhead, it was the best. Just perfect. So honored to be a part of the day ❤️I love love. #shewenttojared
Cheesin', because after many months on the hunt, I have found my ride or die. This Martin J-28 Custom 1986 is mine all mine, and I think I'm in love. HUGE shoutout to the folks at @cartervintageguitars for always being so friendly and for remembering my name and guitar tastes every single time I walked in over the last several months. (They probably just tolerated me, because I didn't incessantly jam out to CCR in the middle of the store. Whatever. They are still the best.) #worththewait #iminlove #donttellbobby #jkheknows
V v excited to be a part of this. One week from today! At @thebasementeast. Come bask in all things Bruce. #borntorun #borntopun
I celebrate her more than just today, but this woman is beautiful in every way, and I'm so grateful she's mine. Life can be both wonderful and challenging, but when you have a badass for a mom, it doesn't stand a chance. Yeah, that's right, Mom. I know you're reading this. You are a badass, in case you weren't aware. I love you more than an Instagram post could ever describe. ❤️And sending extra love out to those who are without their mothers today. #dontforgettocallyourmomtoday #socialmediaiscoolbutreallifeiscooler
Being tourists.
💕GIDDY POST ALERT 💕"Misery Loves Company, Too" will be featured on tonight's episode (#303) of the @att original series, @youmeher. It airs at 10pm ET/PT on the @audiencenetwork. This is my first placement, and I couldn't be more excited. You can bet yer bottom dollar I'm gonna figure out how to watch this, even though we only have 12 channels on our cable device. Hit a girl up if you have the hookup. #youmeher #grateful #miserylovescompanytoo #slowandsteady #northstarmedia #hashtag
Yesterday, I said “farewell” to our family home of the last 16 years. Although I’d been helping my mom clean everything out for the last few months, the goodbye itself was pretty brief. It wasn’t until I was about an hour down the road back to Nashville that I realized it was the last time I’d likely see this place from the inside out ever again. • • • We truly lived in this home. This is where I spent my formative (awkward) middle and high school years. It’s where I parked my first car: The 1992 boxy Volvo, complete with a sunroof that needed to be cranked by hand. I wrote song after song after song within the safe and familiar four walls of my lime green (and eventually deep blue) bedroom. I fell in love for the first time. I felt the pain of heartbreak for the first time. Dubbed by my friends as the “cozy house”, it hosted many a sleepover. We’d “sneak out” late at night (I usually left a note for my mom and dad, just in case they woke up and worried), and we’d roam the neighborhood streets. Everything looks different after midnight. I found my voice. I lost my voice. I found it again. I’ll never forget the owl who perched on the tree outside my bedroom window, hooting at me late into the evening or the woodpecker who decided that the wall behind my pillow was the best place to enjoy his morning snack. I’ll never forget when Yogi ate my chocolate bar from underneath the tree, and we were forced to ring in Christmas morning on the floor of the emergency vet clinic… 2 years in a row. The landline telephone is likely the last I’ll ever have. This is where I retired my AOL email address (MADe4music1@aol.com). In my senior year of high school, the mailbox hosted a slew of college acceptance letters (eventually followed by scholarship denial letters). I said my first “goodbye” then, but it was more of a “so long for now”, because I knew I’d be back. While away at college, I changed, but home stayed the same. • • (See comments below for more)