Another Thursday another post, which makes two consecutive weeks, yay! Some of you may remember I used to have a blog. I loved documenting our life through photos and words and sharing it with others. I very much appreciate and admire those of you who do the same. I know personally how vulnerable and exposed one can feel. It takes courage. When you put yourself out there some may not chose to share your joy. Some may even criticize, judge, and twist your words and story into something it is not. You have to have thick skin. I am starting to have thick skin again. “For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love that is in christ jesus our lord.” Romans 8:38-39. You are loved. I am loved. That is all that matters. Take comfort in this and keep on keepin on. Thank you to those who have had the courage to share pieces of your life with me, the rest of the world. I share your joy and appreciate you being vulnerable. I have laughed and cried with you. I have prayed for you. Life is hard but can be so so good too. I want my babies to know this and try to live by example. I am a person who wears their heart on their sleeve. My photographs are personal and they tell a story. I strive to capture that for families when I photograph them. I want to freeze those precious moments in time. The way you hold on to your littles, the love and happiness. Photography is a way of capturing the moment forever. I am thankful I have the ability to do this. I took the photos below when Finn was about to start preschool. We just had a big thunderstorm and couldn’t wait to get outside and jump in puddles. After the last few raindrops had fallen he put on his beloved rain boots, hopped in his red wagon and I pulled him to a vacant parking lot near our home. He jumped with such gusto and giggled with sheer joy . A three year old boy in his glory. Slowly it grew brighter and brighter and soon he was soaked and the sun was blaring down on us. The sun after the storm is a constant reminder of hope. Something I will chose to hang on to even when things seem dark. I have thoroughly enjoyed going back and editing these photos and reliving that day. I continue to look forward to doing this weekly as time allows and find courage as I share little pieces of my life. If you don’t share my joy then please don’t stop by. For those who are riding out a storm, hang on, there is light ahead. And when the light comes may you jump, giggle and be filled with even more joy than a three year old boy in a rain puddle.