. . . because our stories are worth recording.

With each wedding we are invited to document, I realize, more and more, the depth of the importance that one single day holds. When a bride walks slowly down the aisle with her dad toward a groom who stands with a nervous smile on his face. When a Dad places her hand in his while parents and grandparents…

A few times a year my husband hijack’s my blog. He’s been doing it for years on certain days of the year–our Anniversary, my birthday, etc.) Every now and then, I do a little hijacking of the hijacked blog. In the darkness of the night, I steal away with the computer and hijack that which…

When I entered college, I entered with feelings of uncertainty, insecurity, doubt, and a shaky foundation. In a day, everything that was so familiar was behind me and I entered a world that was foreign. For me, college did what it was supposed to do–it stretched me, it grew me, it forced me to think…

Wednesday morning at 8:20 I stood in our driveway like I’ve done on hundreds of other mornings over the last few years. Charlie and Chanelle did as they normally do–fought incessantly over a basketball game played with a soccer ball and Meadow did, well, whatever she wanted, which on this particular day was ribbon play. Taza…

Have you heard Will Ferrell’s USC Commencement speech yet? I’m not talking about his incredible rendition of the Star Trek theme song or even his lovely accapella tribute to Whitney Houston and/or Dolly Parton’s I Will Always Love You–both which are great. But I’m talking about meat of his speech.  His words, his story, his…