Last week I told JD a lifelong dream: I want to own a ranch in Montecito and wear cowboy boots and ride a horse overlooking a field of free range chickens. He blinked a few times, shook his head, and wondered aloud who he was married to. You don't even like chickens, he said in disbelief. I responded with a convoluted answer referencing Hemingway, willow trees and hot wings, but he went back to reading.

Yesterday I sat outside of a ranch with a group of photographers in the hills of Santa Ynez (more on that later) and realized how many bugs existed in farm life. Like, tons. And the flies are bigger when animals are around, especially in wide open spaces. I casually mentioned to JD as we walked the property that the weather was so beautiful it made me want to open a window and watch reality tv.

AND THERE GOES MY DREAMS FOR RANCH LIVING.

When I saw this picture, I looked at two grown-up versions of JD and I…and it made me think that one day we'd show our family a time in our lives when we dreamed ridiculous dreams, making some of them come to life along the way.