I repeat... I NEVER listen to country music. On any given day if you stop by my home or take a ride in my car you will hear wonderful, inspirational music. I love music, I soak it in. I love classical music, fresh indie artists, worshipful songs that I can sing at the top of my lungs to, even the occasional classic rock. Music refreshes me... keeps me going. Never country... EXEPT... the 3 hour drive from me casa in Baton Rouge to my tiny Mississippi hometown. It's like I start craving it! My fingers will not be still scanning radio stations for a good old country song. I'm talking about the hard stuff, people... Randy Travis, Garth Brooks, Hank Williams Jr. And I sing. I know every word to "Rodeo" and "Low Places." So I got my fair share yesterday during my quick trip home to photograph my sister and the nice guy that she's going to marry. They were darling. And they showed up in cowboy boots which left me with no choice but to listen to country music all the way home. Aaaanndd... create a country playlist on my ipod when I got home. Here's some photos of the precious-ness.