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In a post I swear I shared yesterday, I wrote about my decision to follow the call to Guatemala with a group of thirty-nine other kids (kids is a relative term, after all). And now, we are home.

I’ve spent the past several days attempting to process and figure out how to communicate what happened in Guatemala. I’m also trying to process the 700 photos I took. That’s the fun part, though, because I get to re-live the daily events every time I look at Caleb’s photo-bombing face them. Continue reading →

#fbf: nine years

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So … #fbf. Is that a thing? You know what I’m referring to, right? No, not Facebook friend. Flashback Friday … you follow? Well, for your benefit I looked it up and sure enough, Urban Dictionary says it’s a thing so there you have it. Who says you don’t learn anything new on Friday?! Pfft. Continue reading →

what recovery feels like

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I have an idea for a new series and the title is going to be: ‘the dumb stuff Staci does.’

I swear to you I would have at least two entries a week because, well, that’s just how I roll friends. And let me tell you, last week was a doozy. I actually told a couple friends that the week could ‘suck it’. I know. This is a PG-rated blog and I just said something bad. But really, it was unpleasant. Continue reading →

sweet, sweet ben | seven months

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My longest-standing client is one of my best good friends, Melissa. She is one of those moms that leaves you with no question she adores her children to the moon and back. She let me take some photos of her now seven-month-old gem, Ben(ny boo-boo-boo) recently. I’m so glad she has a boy now … both so Maya won’t be entirely jealous of a sister eating up more girl attention but also so that she can fall in love with a son like I have. I see that different emotion with him. And I love that I get to capture that for her; so later Maya can tell her how Ben was clearly the favorite. I’m kidding. Sort of. Continue reading →

it’s a God thing

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A few weeks ago, I was minding my own business at band practice (oh, who am I kidding? I don’t mind my own business) and in walks Doug. I can almost NEVER guess what Doug is going to say when he approaches me. Is it going to be nice? Snarky? Gross? I just.don’t.know. His first question was, ‘So, what does your vacation schedule look like?’  Continue reading →