Friday, June 29, 2012


to me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

-walt whitman

Last night, the four of us were in Hudson's room watching Charlotte's Web. Our babies stay up late. Something I said I'd never allow for. It's a terrible habit we've allowed during these long summer days. Hudson has always liked to wind down by watching a movie. Something I said I'd never allow for. He snuggles into my lap, and will switch back and forth between JR and I. An image came up of Charlotte spinning her web - and Hudson quietly said,"It's a miracle."

I asked JR if he had just heard that, and he nodded yes. He's never said that word - much less, had an association with it. My eyes welled up. They see miracles where we don't. We protect them from spiders and webs, so they don't have to see the fear in them. We protect them, in life, until they are ready to face webs and such on their own. They see miracles where we fail to do so - out of fear, distraction, laziness, and so on. My two year old gave me an unexpected look at my faith. Little does he know what a miracle, his tiny heart is...

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

all because...

Two people fell in love. No, for real. I'm a sap. Puppies, rainbows, babies, love stories, and babies. I fall for those previously listed things, in particular. I've recently been blessed with the opportunity to photograph friends, and friends of friends, and so's a treat, really. I am SO thankful to get behind the camera and capture some really, really unbelievably neat people on camera. 'Tis true, that every photograph has its story. That's why I love it so.

Oh, and I have lots of favorites. Of all sorts of things. So, if we are ever having coffee or eating fried chicken together, and I tell you that 'such and such' is my favorite...keep in mind that it could be one of 77 favorites. Nonetheless, a favorite. So, what I show you next is a favorite morning in my journey into photography.

This family chose to be photographed, in a town I love dearly.  It is where my husband grew up, and its a special place. Surreal. Its happy, green, and full of Jesus. That's where I came to know Him, actually. Another day, another story.

This photograph shows each couple and their years of marriage. This photograph is 199.5 years of marriage combined. It gives me goosebumps when I see them all compiled. In fact, while editing, it made me think of how my grandchildren and great-grands will one day think of JR and I. May we ever grow a family like this...

Friday, June 15, 2012

such a tease

I left and then came back, and then left again. You probably haven't been teased like that since college. If you're still in college, then you're likely way too cool for this blog. There is envy in my words, too - if you are indeed in your college daze.

Don't fault me for missing the boundless freedom that exists only within those fast and furious years post-high school. I remember my Dad telling me shortly before my departure for OU, that the best days of my life were ahead of me. Like all things my parents told me, I believed it to be hog wash.

He was right. So right. I attended a few social gatherings :) that's what I told my parents they were. Gatherings. When they saw my grades, I had to renegotiate the word 'gatherings'. My cover was blown.

I loved college. Seriously. This is a ramble. You must have left by now. Don't leave. I promise good things.

Things are changing in my tiny 'ol space on the internets. Please, join me.

Oh, and I missed you. I did. I said it.

           {this is me, on my college football field, with small children running around me - one of them pictured is a child of mine - totally normal picture}