As soon as she heard her mother’s voice, as soon as she felt her touch baby Ingrid’s scrunched up brow relaxed and she fell into a deep sleep.
Here is a small peak of the session Emily and I did together.
“I can almost see it, the dream I’m dreaming. But there’s a voice inside my head saying you will never reach it.”
There are some days when chasing my dreams just seems too hard…too out of reach. There are days when I fall to my knees and I don’t want to stand back up and run the race. But then I hear the voice of my God speak, the one who dreams with me, stands with me, runs with me saying,” I have you…we can do this…nothing is too great for me.” His voice is so incredibly loving. He gives me life, passion, and a heart to do things further than my dreams. If I have done anything well, it is only because of Him.
I want you to meet beautiful Emily. She and I are both alike in that we are dreamers. She is passionate and full of life! In between camera talk and photographing her newborn baby sister we had a little bit of fun running around in the snow.
Emily, you are beautiful. I loved spending my day with you! Never stop dreaming…and dream big because He is for you. Let Him write dreams upon your heart.
We are off to the slopes! I will be out of the office…hopefully not skiing in slush. Yes, I am praying for snow…ducking now! Eek.
Stay tuned for this gorgeous and talented young lady (below) along with her newborn little sister!
It was a really good excuse to go for a run. Matt had been asking for lasagna and not just any lasagna- an authentic, involved, homemade sauce, mama mia lasagna. So I put on my running shoes and headed down the road. My destination… the west side market. If you saw me it really was just a coincidence that I was dressed in red running gear on Valentine’s day.
At the market I purchased ingredients to flavor the homemade sauce along with a gigantic loaf of Italian bread. Mmmm bread!
I left the market with a backpack full of food and headed one more block to the food store for a few more items. Rolling my cart through the store I suddenly had a horrible realization. I checked my pockets, my back pack…and I was right. I had forgotten my wallet! All that I had were four single dollar bills crumpled up in my pocket leftover from the market. I couldn’t believe it! How can you make lasagna without lasagna noodles or cheese! Pushing my cart to the side, I exited the food store.
Legs exhausted I arrived back home. I sat down for a moment and contemplated how to spend my next hour over peanut butter on rye. Taking my last bite, I slowly lifted myself out of the chair. My decision was made as I tied on my wet running shoes.
Let’s skip to the next part.
I pulled the lasagna out of the oven just as Matt pulled down the driveway. It smelled amazing and let me tell you I made one rockin’ lasagna.
And just minutes after I took my last bite of lasagna I fell asleep.