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.

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When I need to go shopping it is fantastic, but when I just have some spare time…not so good.  The outlets are located right next to Matt’s work.  If you are new here…Matt and I only have one car which means I sometimes have to wait for him while he finishes his day at work.  And who wants to sit in a work parking lot when you can go shopping!

He called to tell me that he would be another 45 minutes.  Moments later I was walking into Bananna Republic.  I looked around the store and thought to myself, ”  Ooo their spring lines is out. Like that…like that…ooo and I like that!” Another thought popped into my head, ” Get outta here.”  Bundled up and tired of wearing my sweater and snow boots I left the store.
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“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.

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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!

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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.

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