Ramblings of a photographer….

I have to admit.  I love shooting sports as much as I do weddings.  The fast pace of a basketball game or the thrill of a football game is as exciting as making a bride feel beautiful on her wedding day.  But there are times during sporting events when my mind slips, the game is not close and I look for other things to capture with my camera.  Normally it is parents or coaches, but sometime it is the cheerleaders or another photographer.

My boy goes hard all the time.  He plays hard.  He fights hard.  He loves hard.  He’s just that way.  God made him with a passionate heart.  So after last week’s game and and injury I got a little side tracked.  After all, we’d been up and down the court a gazillion times.

He tweaked his leg during the game and then hurt it and had to be helped off the court.

So my attention wained.  I love my team but I love watching my boy even more.

So Coach Dre drew my attention….. (sorry in advance Coach)

The many faces of Dre…..


I wonder what he is thinking……

Certainly here he is praying!!! 🙂

So here is to a great season guys!  Ms. Julie loves ya!!

You too Coach!!

The Comfort Zone

My husband will quickly tell you that I like my comfort zone.  It’s, well, comfy.

My bed.

My pillows,

My fan blowing creating white noise.

Teenagers blow that out of the water…..

Not the sleeping part but all the rest of one’s life.  So we work to find ways to fit into their world and they into ours.  One thing we did this year that was TOTALLY different than anything we had done before was a ski vacation.  Utah, on top of that.  Because I didn’t grow up with such vacations I hesitated introducing our pack to said sacred “mommy/daddy” vacations.

Alas, we had a blast!  Fractured wrist and all.

More recently my daughter and I travelled to Wisconsin to visit her best friend as they have recently relocated because of careers.  Girl TIME!!!

I’m not a fan of airplanes but the two hour direct flight wasn’t bad and we had a great time.

I never knew that part of the country was so beautiful during this time of the year.

Lake Michigan…..

The lake looked like an ocean…..

And was clear and cold as ice!  Anna was the only one brave enough to touch the rocks.  I definitely got wet but it was because I slipped!  You won’t be seeing that photo!

The stones in the water and sand were as smooth as those you would find in a creek bed.

Those just had to make the trip back to Florida with us!

And these two had a blast together!  We miss you Anna!!!

We promise you can come to Florida when the snow is four feet high there!!!


Day One Post Op…

And I’m really hurting.  I can put absolutely no weight on my foot.  And crutches and pain meds are scary when used at the same time. 
My wonderful sitter took the kids to the dentist this morning and I have meals coming this week which is a blessing.
Thanks for all your prayers.

Good News and Bad News….

Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.
Our vacation was awesome.  We had a wonderful time.  My Rocket Man ran on the beach (I didn’t).  I got my exercise in the ocean with the kids.  The weather was mostly great!  We went to the aquarium, the fort, the sunset cruise…..

And I think you all know baby girt got her cast off before the beach.  Yippee!!
We made it home safe and sound, stopped at Nana’s Saturday night for the evening and arrived back home around 3pm Sunday.

We unpacked.
We washed clothes.
We got ready for bed.
And then I missed the bottom step coming down from telling the boys goodnight and broke my foot.
Surgery is tomorrow.

At least we made it to the  beach and back before hurting anything.
God is good!

God is Good….

But today HE feels exceptionally Good.
For weeks we’ve prayed about Baby Girl’s arm being healed, the pin taken out, and a waterproof cast on before we leave for the beach.
Today we found out her arm is healed, the pin is coming out AND she’ll only have to wear a splint!!!

I love it when God lets me see his answer to my prayer the way I’ve prayed it and beyond!
For HE is far greater and can do far greater things than I can even imagine (or pray)!!!

The Birthday Party

I have a confession.  I hate birthday parties.  Especially when I have to give them.  I"m very hospitable, you see.  I’m just not a hostess. 

Any time you want to come over, step over the dirty laundry and have a sandwich or cup of coffee I’m fine.

But getting everything together to pull off a birthday party?
I’d rather be put in front of a firing squad.

But even tho my anxiety got the better of me yesterday the evening went off without a hitch.

Here’s the cake baby girl and I made together.

She was so tickled when everyone was singing to her…

And she had no trouble with the five flaming candles.  She blew them out twice, in fact.

Dad stole the Birthday Girl’s glasses

Present time was the best and each friend got a hug

From Aunt Lyn….

From mom and dad….

From Nana

A dress from Mama June

It was a happin’ good time.
And I didn’t die or pass out.
No more until October.

The Lies….

I am reading a rather interesting book.  My friend Scooper talked about it a few days ago and I knew it was one I had to read.

The book?   ABBA’s CHILD

It’s amazing.

And just the book I need to be reading now. 

I love how the author (Brennan Manning) refers to Satan and his lies as THE IMPOSTOR.   Ah, such an appropriate word for the one who wants me to see myself as something other than The Beloved, Abba’s Child.

Some of the author’s quotes about the impostor are:

Impostors are preoccupied with acceptance and approval.  Because of their suffocating need to please others, they cannot say no with the same confidence with which they say yes.  And they overextend themselves in people, projects, and causes, motivated not by personal commitment but by the fear of not living up to others’ expectations.

The impostor is what he does.

The impostor is a liar.

The impostor is attentive to the size, shape, and color of the bandages that veil my nothingness.

The impostor demands to be noticed.


Tap. Tap. Tap.

Any of this sound familiar?
Any of this feel like the lies we buy into every day?

"Satan’s greatest psychological weapon is a gut level feeling of inferiority, inadequacy and low self-worth."
"It is one thing to feel loved by God when our life is together but what happens when we come face-to-face with the human condition?" 

When our life falls apart?

When bad things happen?

Manning goes on to say "the spiritual life begins with the acceptance of our wounded self.  The person who encounters God with naked trust"

The person who knows that God loves us sin and all.
Just the way we are.

"It takes a profound conversion to accept that God is relentlessly tender and compassionate toward us  just as we are – not in spite of our sins and faults, but with them."

May you see yourself as Abba’s Child today.
Laughed over, loved, sang over, and wooed.

Who does he think he is?

Fred, that is.
Remember Fred?  The Rather Large (16.8 lb) cat?
Well, Fred is all better and his "dizzy kitty" has completely gone away and he’s back to being fat, lazy, sweet ole Fred.
But look at this…

And this is what he does when we open the sliding door….

Does he think he’s the king or something?
Boy he acts like he owns the place doesn’t he?
Thanks to all you who prayed from him.  I’d say he’s had a 100% recovery.

Update #2 on Baby Girl

Well, today we’ve decided to throw up all our pain meds.  Which has been messy.  She’s not eating and won’t take any medicine.  I did get some phenigrin in her.  Yep, don’t know how to spell it so that’s all you get.
Here’s a cell phone photo from the hospital. She’s talking on the phone.  Playing her leapster and taking her blood pressure all at the same time.

Photo update on Baby Girl

We had quite the wait yesterday at the hospital and the nurses let us fool around with some of the equipment they’d be using so she wouldn’t be scared of it.
So we played around with the mask.  It smelled like vanilla.

Both dad and I were pooped

Then the team arrived and you could see the fear in her eyes begin.

But I got her to smile for one picture.

Here she is today.  In quite a bit of pain and very emotional.

We’ve kept a lot of ice on her arm and the pain meds flowing.
I’m exhausted and pray for the strength to care for all the kids tomorrow.
Requesting your prayers…….