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A lifestyle family and newborn photographer seeking to create the space that allows for us to thrive in the joy, the exhaustion, the engagement, the heritage that is family.

2016.The best year of my [adulting it] life. Having a newborn prompted me to live contentedly in the present like never ...
01/18/2026

2016.

The best year of my [adulting it] life. Having a newborn prompted me to live contentedly in the present like never before (and quite honestly, never again). I didn’t feel weighed down by unmet dreams or future aspirations. The pressure to “become something” by the age of 30 had passed. We were on staff at a church with a pastor who paved the way for much needed healing after Jordan’s soul crushing church leadership experience. One that had changed the trajectory of everything. The thought of moving to NY to raise our children was still a healthy anticipation before it became a desperate plea. Home felt safe because we hadn’t been kicked out of it three times. My brother and bonus mom-in-law were here and deeply loved, even while illness began its thievery. Our marriage had not yet been taunted and pulled at. I hadn’t yet watched two loved ones die nor yet wept bitterly over them. I relished in the beauty of every moment. Of life in my arms and family still a phone call away. It was the perfect year and I knew it. My brother asked me about life with a little and I remember telling him I had never lived more contentedly. A friend asked me about my dreams, and I said I didn’t have any - which was not a sentiment I had ever expressed but there was immense freedom in it.

There are experiences that draw out the richness of life, but sometimes much of life’s experiences remind us of our fragility, our inadequacy, and our downright pathetic-ness. We fail each other on a regular basis, remain subject to the decisions of others, and must navigate how to live in life after tragedy and even loss. 10 years and my heart is tired.

But.

God is good to mingle joy with heartache. Four times I have held a child in my arms at their first breath. I have seen life emerge after death. I have carried these words with immense gratitude and hope.

“In this world you will have trouble. But take heart. I have overcome the world.” -Jesus

#2016

That face. The one just as you’re telling them how much joy they bring you, or how happy their smile makes you, or how w...
01/14/2026

That face. The one just as you’re telling them how much joy they bring you, or how happy their smile makes you, or how well they just did on that drawing, or how proud you are that they were willing to share.

Age is not an indicator. Such a face can show itself when we commend an act of kindness or personal victory or standing up for what is right.

It’s that face that shows you how your words matter, and affirmation from a parent speaks longer and harder than, dare I say, anyone else.

Find ways, perhaps every day, to draw out that face, because you are speaking LIFE into your children.

I’m aging and I can see it. So can my children, as they’ve made it a point to call out the aging version of myself. Per...
01/11/2026

I’m aging and I can see it. So can my children, as they’ve made it a point to call out the aging version of myself. Perhaps it’s having that fourth little, or the last few years of burden that are showing on my face. Deep lines, gray hairs… the reasons that women run to skin care and beauty products and even medical intervention. We may have our different reasons for not wanting to show our age, even apart from the culturally baked in idea that youth is a god, but aging gracefully as it were is not the story we’re motivated to tell. The temptation is to drain both our pockets and our mental capacity on convincing time to stand still, even while we know that’s not possible. The deep line streaking down my cheek has definitely convinced me to drink more water and actually start putting that vitamin E on my face, but I have to choose now how much I am going to let this awareness of aging take over before it takes over me. Before I indirectly ask Jordan to support my skin care regime. Before I let my kids believe that life is only best lived when you’re young. Before I start to convince myself that value is lost when age is gained. I can feel all of those things from just a few wrinkles, and the shift towards those falsities becoming truth is a road I cannot be willing to travel. You and I may not be called young anymore, but we are also not only our age. While age is a byproduct of time, you were called to a life well lived with every moment of time that you were given.



Behind the Shot: There’s something about these in between moments that I love. The gazes fixated on one another, reminiscent of a look you might find without a photographer present. The distracted gazes of those in the perimeter that causes your eye to focus in on the center. The composition that is opposite of what a good portrait should be, utilizing the upper third rather than the lower third. It’s not a photo that would show up in a master class or a family album, but this is how we freeze time as we so longingly hope for. We capture moments that remind us what it looks like to love.

The relief comes to us just as it seems to come for Santa Claus. The end of a long, hard night - albeit joyful -  “I hea...
12/25/2025

The relief comes to us just as it seems to come for Santa Claus. The end of a long, hard night - albeit joyful -  “I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.” Can’t you feel the exhale, the whisking away, the finality of an exhausting job well done? While the joy is prevalent, the simultaneous exhale is all too real. Like Santa, you once again found every ounce of effort - every cookie baked, every present wrapped, every list checked off and meal prepared - immensely worthwhile. Even worth bearing repetition. Because we mamas know that while the hard intentionality of tradition, and memory, and generosity envelop us, there is something sacred about permitting Christmastime to be a marker of good cheer that we can gift to our children. A comfort they will rely on when the magic itself eludes them. Wrap such tireless effort with the awe filled birth of a King, and there becomes no greater celebration than that of Christmas. Merry Christmas friends, and to all a good night.


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Behind the photo: Pre-Holiday Portrait Pop Ups and Anberlin was asleep on me while the other three rushed off with friends to the dessert table. But my first session was happening in just a few minutes so I managed to entice them back to the studio set up, hand Anberlin to our eldest, and snap a photo before she wanted to be back in mamas arms and the others could only think about their pumpkin muffins. Sometimes all you have is a moment, but so long as you have it.

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