#tbt soccer stud

I’m not even sure how it happened but October has come and gone. And with that, so has another season of soccer.

Connor moved up this season to U-10, meaning under-10, meaning I have to always remind myself what each grouping actually represents. Someone was talking to me about U-19 this weekend and I was all, ‘huh?’ We worked through it. Continue reading

maddy | class of 2015

I drove to Hastings a couple weeks ago to meet one of my second cousins who is also a senior this year. I don’t know Maddy that well, but my goodness, she’s a sweet, sweet girl.

She also, clearly, has no idea how beautiful she is. Her mom kept teasing her about all of the selfies she takes and how funny it was that she didn’t know how to pose. But we worked through it just fine and I think her photos reflect her gentle, yet joyful spirit. Continue reading

‘what a fun kid. what an excellent kid.’

I have always been a very proud mama. I recall how I felt the first time Connor sat up on his own and when he took his first steps. I remember being proud when he learned how to ride a bike and when he learned how to (really) swing a bat. Well, that time was less about pride than it was about sheer pain from the impact of the bat striking the side of my face shortly thereafter. #dontsittooclosemom

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maddie | class of 2015

I feel so fortunate to have spent time with such lovely ladies during the ‘oh crap, i need to get my senior photos done!’ season. I’m just kidding about that last part. Sort of.

It really makes my role very simple when the girls are also absolutely beautiful. I really appreciate when I get such sweet compliments on the photos I take because it’s a true love of mine, but the photos aren’t a reflection of me. They’re the reflection of these beauties. And I’m just thankful they want me to capture this very special time for them (even if all of their first picks were already busy). Kidding again.  Continue reading

reminders

There are certain people that touch your life in such a way that you can’t help but continually think of them long after they’re gone. My grandpa was one of those people.

When he opted out of this world six years ago, it was one of the most difficult losses I’d experienced. And I’d experienced several prior. But he was just … special. I’ve posted about him almost every year as this day doesn’t go by (nor many others) without him heavily on my mind. So gruff. Yet so … amazing. Continue reading