11/22/2025
It’s been seven years since our whole crew was together - all our kids, all our grandbabies, right here on this old farm that’s held every bit of our life. I didn’t realize how much my heart needed this until I saw them all standing together.
Our story hasn’t been an easy one. We started young, clueless, blended, broke, stubborn, and full of more heart than wisdom. We’ve walked through loss that nearly broke us, seasons that felt impossible, and years where hope was a thin thread I held onto with both hands. But little by little… God kept rebuilding. He kept adding reminders that goodness grows even in the hardest places.
And standing here, 23 years later, looking at every face in these photos - I’m reminded why photography means so much to me. These moments are our stones. Our reminders of God’s faithfulness, His mercy, and the story He’s still writing through our family.
We don’t get seasons like this back.
We don’t get to freeze our kids at the ages they are right now.
But we can hold on to the pieces - the proof - the moments that matter most.
That’s why I do what I do.
Why I care so deeply about heartfelt photos.
Why I believe in legacy, and family, and capturing the stories that don’t always make it into words.
Because one day, you’ll look back at your own photos…
and realize they were stones too - little altars of remembrance of what God carried you through and who you walked it with.
And goodness… what a gift that is.
