where have I been? laying in the grass.

Okay, so not really. Well, I mean, I have, but that’s not all I’ve been doing. The thing is, a lot of the work I have been doing, I can’t show because it won’t be published for awhile, and then by the time it does get published, I have already kinda forgotten about it.

So.

I have been playing in the yard a lot, dodging mosquitoes and chasing barefooted boys, and you know what? I don’t take very many pictures. That may sound absolutely crazy, but when I’m not working, I tend to leave my camera in my office. It’s kind of like a “not mixing work with play” thing. But that’s not very cool, and it really isn’t very fun, once I start thinking about how I have, like, literally NO pictures from this summer of my own family. So I’m going to try to be better about doing that.

I was doing a little commercial project the other day, and stepped outside and my yard was absolutely glistening. Just on fire with tiny little diamonds everywhere. So I got a few shots of the grass, much to the delight of my 3 year-old, who thought it was absolutely hilarious. I’m sure my neighbors thought it was hilarious, too… but not nearly as funny as the time I sat on the boys’ swing to show them how to pump their legs and the chain broke and deposited me straight on the ground in a not-so-very-graceful manner. The chain was rusty, y’all. It was about to break anyway, I swear. So my neighbors probably already think I’m a little bit strange.

Anyway. More grass. That’s all I can give you for now.

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vacation | isle of palms, sc

It feels so great to go on vacation… but does it rival the feeling of being back home? Call me a homebody, but I love coming back home after a long trip.

We traveled to an island outside of Charleston, SC–an island I have visited every summer since I was born! It feels like home to me, and every year I love greeting once again the sand, the sun, the humidity, and all the beach wildlife on the island. It’s truly a magical place.

…and it’s so special to me to be able to share this island with my children. I love reliving the excitement of being a kid on the beach with my kids!

More later! Just wanted to pop in and update!

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to : the mamas of the world. from : me. | tennessee child and baby photographer

to all those moms…

…who feel sometimes like a waitress. or a busboy.

…who are familiar with the feeling of sacrificing a good night’s sleep.

…who have to be the bad guy every once in awhile.

…who clean and pick up only to make room for more dirt and clutter for another day.

…who keep the family going even when she’s sick.

…who have ever worked hard to make a meal, just to have everyone turn up their noses.

there is no job so grueling, so thankless, so important… so rewarding. oh, did I say thankless?

because even when it seems like it is, just remember you are being thanked in different ways than you’d expect.

…like with a lap full of weedy blooms (complete with dirts and roots, and handfuls of grass there and there) because your boys decided to pick you a flower.

…the eyes of a 6-month old, on you from every angle he can get from his bouncy seat as you cook dinner. (you’re the most beautiful thing in the world to him.)

…a bed full of boys in the early hours of the morning, all sprawling and sleeping and snoring. (even though you needed a good night’s sleep you gave in.)

…the exclamations of joy you get when you arrive home after a long day, or a long trip. (you never wanted to get away so badly, yet you’ve counted the hours until your return.)

…contented smiles from a sick boy, under a pile of blankets on the couch. (having the power to make him feel better with a sonic slush and his favorite movie is a wonderful thing.)

…a fake-food onion and chocolate sandwich with a side of plastic lemon served up by your 3-year old to sustain you while you’re working (yes, you have to do the “fake eating” thing, but it’s so worth it!)

you matter. your job is important. your job is difficult. your job is unique.

everyone has a mother, yes. but you were created for your children, and your children were created for you. there is no other relationship like it in the world.

from one exhausted, blissful, frustrated, contented, joyful, overwhelmed, wouldn’t-trade-it-for-the-world mama to another,

happy mothers’ day.

(this is a snapshot of me and my three boys, taken by my husband a few weeks ago.)

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planting : : one of my favorite parts of spring | cookeville editorial photography

We have done a lot of planting this past week in our yard–we’ve gotten vegetables, flowers, and a few different little trees in the ground. And I’m going to try as hard as I can to keep them alive! It’s no secret that I don’t have the greenest thumb around… but I am learning, and experimenting, and practicing!

I’m sure you’ve heard of the devastating floods in Nashville… It is so strange seeing so many familiar landmarks standing in water. And remember a few weeks ago, the shoot at the Opryland Hotel? It now has 10 feet of water in some places… dining room tables and cartons of wine glasses floating around. It’s absolutely unimaginable to me.

See how you can donate or volunteer here. HandsOn Nashville.

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kicking shoulda woulda couldas to the curb

You know, sometimes I get followed around by “should be” “could be” “would be” clouds that bother me all day long. Are you familiar with these? The “I should be spending more time teaching Jack to read” or “if I had gone to medical school, I would be out now, practicing” or “I could be in bed right now but someone decided they were hungry at 5 am.”

Don’t those thoughts just plague you sometimes? It really takes the wind out of your sails. Sometimes I need a good shaking–a mental shaking–to realize that living in the shoulda coulda woulda’s is psychological suicide. Living in the true present, the actual reality, is so much more satisfying. There are things to do, people to love, days to accomplish right here, right now. The secret to happiness is embracing your reality!

There are pictures to paint, and brothers to hug. Always something to do, with all your heart.

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