Moved

Have you ever felt the Spirit move you to do something.  Something that seems insignificant, but you know you should obey even if you never see the results?  Well, I'm going to link to a blog that I follow about a man named David who has an inoperable brain tumor.  I found out about him by first following his wife's blog who is a photographer.

I know there is someone out there that needs to read about their faith and their journey.  So here it is. 
Dear reader, I don't know who you are, but I'm praying for you.

Always,
Emily

Luke

Just some random pics of my littlest one.  One day he found my photography props, one day he found a bucket, one day he figured out how to take off his diaper.  Nothing significant.  Just everyday life.  Ben to follow.  

Fit for a King

You never know how a family session is going to go, especially with 5 kiddos to photograph and evening approaching. Sometimes when the yawning begins tempers can flare, but not with this sweet family. Everyone was so well behaved! We had a lovely time as the sunset and the air cooled. Even the little one was agreeable until the very very end. You can't ask for more than that! I hope ya'll enjoy.

Welcome baby Tristan!

My youngest son is going to be 2 in August. I think most would agree he's not a baby anymore. I'm so thankful that taking pictures for other families has allowed me precious hours with brand new babies. They are but days old, wrinkled, soft, cuddly, sleepy, and so so sweet. What a wonderful job I have.

I had the privileged of photographing this family last fall and for a maternity session this spring. Now, the newest member has arrived and their family has grown. I hope you enjoy the pics C Family.

Strawberry pickin'

At the end of May, and subsequently the end of strawberry season, we went searching for the delicious little suckers.  And by searching, I mean hunting.  They were hard to find.  Note to self: end of the season + strawberry pickin' = tall weeds = scratches all over arms and something airborne that makes Emily sneeze for the next two days.  It's hard to enjoy the fruit of your labors, when you can't taste it.  We searched and searched and when the boys finally had enough, I found myself in the middle of the field, alone with the absolute certainty I was about to stumble upon a patch that everyone else had missed and hit the jackpot.  I didn't.  So, I took what we left in my bucket, after Luke ate most of it, and we pet the sweet puppy, paid the nice man our $8 and went home.  Next season we're going to get there nice and early. After taking a claritin.  And putting on gloves and a mask, just in case.

Also, I know there are an disproportionate amount of pictures of  Luke compared to the other kiddos.  In my defense, Luke was with me and the other two punks are now big enough to pick all on their own.  Also, they didn't have adorable strawberry dribble down their face.  And they don't say, "Daw-bebby mama.  Mmmm,  good."  They say stuff like, "I don't want to smile, mama."

Aaaaaaannnnnnd, a word of advise: When you take your children strawberry pickin' put them in red shirts.  They will eat as they pick.  They will get juice all over their shirts.  You won't notice it and pester them to be more careful.  All will be well in the world.

Let's play ball!

Happy Birthday Little Man

This little man turned one today. To capture his sweetness we headed down to the park and snapped off some pictures. His big brother has been the subject of other photo sessions we've done, but this is his first appearance. I hope you enjoy the pics R family.