Earlier this week, I laced up my running shoes, pulled on some warm clothes, a hat, and gloves and walked out the door. No, I’m still not running, but I’m walking. Step by step, mile by mile, I am working my way back, believing with every part of my being, that I will run again....
I am not sure there is any part of my job that I love more than seeing incredible people in different seasons of their lives. Sure, the pictures are fun, but getting a (sort of) front row seat to the changing and growing of families is an absolute gift. We first met Wade and Skye...
Chanelle and I sit at the kitchen table after dinner. The dishes have been cleared away and the family has scattered every which way. She holds scissors and carefully navigates the blades around the paper she is holding in her hand. She is quiet by nature, taking in the scenery more than commenting on it....
It happened often. Not daily, by any means. Not even monthly, I’m sure. But it happened enough that I remember it. I don’t remember each time it happened, of course, but I’m quite certain I recall the very first time it happened. I must have been a pre-teen or perhaps in my early teens. I’m...
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Beautiful
Thank you, Jackie.