When I was little, I used to pretend I was a horse. Or a wolf. Sometimes a tiger. Whatever suited my fancy. I was one of thooose girls. I didn't really play with dolls or put on lipstick and wear my mom's heels. Instead, I created elaborate stories in my head and played them out for hours, sometimes days, until the story was complete.

As I got older, I thought for a time that I wanted to be a writer. Instead of acting out the stories in my imagination, I tried to put them on paper. I would sit down and start these grand novels, only to begin another one after a few chapters in the first. I had every intention of finishing them. I just... never did. Apparently writing isn't my strong suit.

Then I found a camera. Jackpot. I found a way to stop time. To tell real stories. The kind of stories that should be remembered. Need to be remembered. Stories full of life and love that beg to be preserved and shared.

So I guess you could call me a story teller. A really, really ridiculously blessed and happily married story teller who can't cook but laughs a lot and has three dogs. I love my life.

And I'd love to tell your story : )

Valentine’s Day 2013

Hope everyone had a lovely Valentine’s Day! Mine was pretty darn good. It involved blueberry muffins and fresh strawberries (gluten free muffins for me, extra-gluten muffins for Jake, as he likes to joke), a beautiful and classic bouquet of roses (which gets me every time, even though I kinda know they’re coming), and Hallmark cards (that cost way to much, but still bring me ridiculous amounts of happiness).

It also involved a snowy hike, some super sneaky hiding, and a guy getting down on one knee to ask the girl he loves a certain question…

My cousin got engaged, and I got to photograph the surprise!!! I am sooo happy for them, and I can’t WAIT to share more of the adorable proposal next week :)