San Diego Cruising

We had recently taken a short road trip to enjoy some sun and warm weather in San Diego and...so our dog could have a vacation with us.

Yes, we are "those" pet-owners.

In light of the everyday and the busy to-do's, we found ourselves enjoying just being able to walk around, with no scheduled places to be and enjoying a cup of gelato or two. Or three.

I make to-do lists out of to-do lists that sometimes makes my head spin and to take a break from it all was not only much needed, but just plain nice. 

During this trip, I found myself being reminded to savor each sample flavor sample of pistaschio, chocolate, coconut, hazelnut gelato that loomed in the display case in front of me. I slept in and was greeted with a beautiful and bright sunlight peaking through the curtains. My husband and I laughed together, explored downtown San Diego, had over-priced room service delivered, and caught up on the entertainment of reality TV. (Yep. Love and Hip-Hop! Don't judge.)

And the best part? We got to enjoy every minute of this with a fur-kid named Kona.

Relish the small nuggets of happiness around your day, folks. They're there. I promise.

Elizabeth, 2014. Bay Area, Glamour Photo Session

The sunshine of a beautiful Saturday morning happily peeked through the curtains as I carefully pulled them back in preparation for that day's scheduled photo session.

As I was immersed in the task of setting up backdrops and reflectors, in walks Elizabeth with a smile, outfits in hand, ready for the fun of having her hair and makeup done by the talented Vlada Fomenko-Haggerty and photo session to follow. It was a day for her to take a break from her duties as a wife and mom and needless to say, I was super excited to provide this experience for her!

One of the things I like most about Elizabeth is that not only does she exude intelligence and confidence, but is also one of the most friendly and down to earth people I've met - an individual who is just plain fun to chat with about everything! I learned that in addition to being a native East-Coaster, a wife and mother, Elizabeth has a passion for writing, sharing, and learning about the world around her. I'm an avid reader and natural introvert, and upon finding out that she shared those same qualities, it took every bit of self-restraint I had to not high-five her right then and there for being super cool.

Elizabeth, it was an honor getting to know you and capturing the essence of you as a person in every single one of these photographs. Thank you for being part of the Heartbox Photography movement that strives to remind and encourage every woman that she is not only beautiful, both inside and out, but is also worth celebrating today.

A heartfelt thanks to the talented Vlada Fomenko for her beautiful styling of Elizabeth's hair and make up!

"It's OK to make mistakes - in fact, making mistakes is one of the most effective ways to learn. I'd have spared myself a lot of pain if I'd stopped chasing perfect earlier in life."

"I admire leaders who help other people reach their own highest goals."

"I love inspiring people to achieve their potential. Mentoring high school students is one of the sot fulfilling things I've done since I moved to California. You get to watch your mentees grow while stretching your own capabilities at the same time."

Her personal motto or mission statement?
"The powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse." - Walt Whitman

"Aim to achieve your own idea of beauty - internal or external - rather than chasing others' ideas about what beauty is supposed to look like."

Be sure to check out more from Elizabeth's photo shoot in the video here!

Happy Monday, everyone!

My Zumba Fail

The last time I was in a choreographed dance was in the fourth grade. I still remember quite accurately the palpable excitement in the air, the stage, and the feeling of giving it my all to the rhythm of "Singing In The Rain" complete with raincoat, umbrella and all the enthusiasm my little 9-year-old-heart could muster.

You haven't lived until you've kicked up your heels in dance while twirling an umbrella.

Since then, the YouTube sensations of surprise dancing flash mobs re-ingnites that little 4th grader desire in my heart to dance in unison with others. Sadly, though I do love to dance, I can't do anything remotely choreographed. Step on your toes? Sure. Turn left while everyone in the class turns right? I'm your gal! Accidentally smack the poor soul next to me while desperately flailing dancing to the beat? YES!

In other words, I'm no threat to Beyonce.

So last night at the gym, you can imagine my chagrin as I realized I accidentally walked into a Zumba class, not the kickboxing class I was expecting to participate in. Can someone tell me why, oh, WHY am I twirling around, flailing my arms, two-left-feet-stepping it and shaking what my momma gave me in a room full of strangers? WHY?

These shoes, clearly, weren't made for Zumba-ing. =(

Happy Wednesday!

Wise Words

My dad once said to me that ice cream makes everything better. 

And this photo I captured of him over the weekend for his birthday reminded me that, truly, you should listen to the wise words of your elders. 

They're pretty smart and stuff.

Happy Monday, folks - may your week be filled with moments that justify two fists full of ice cream and a smile.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

This weekend, my ol' dad turns 59 years old.

Amazingly enough, he still has a good amount of hair on his head despite having survived-like-a-boss 3 girls in the house plus my mom. Though he had all girls (eeks!), I'm grateful he taught my sisters and me some tasks that most girls wouldn't approach within a 10 foot pole. It's because of him that we can check the oil in our own cars, assemble things out of a box with a fair amount of precision and determination, think of creative/McGyver ways to fix something broken, and plunge a backed up toilet like a pro, without batting an eye. (You're welcome.)

All of us resemble him in some way as you can probably see. My little sister sent me this photo of my dad awhile back - you can tell my dad was loving the wonders of technology, the iPad, and selfies. It's photos like this that remind me of what awesomeness a camera can capture.

He is far from perfect, by any definition of the word. But he is my dad and still a blessing from God. And for that, I'm thankful that we get to celebrate another year of his life.

Happy birthday, Dad.

Helmets and Cheese: What Not Giving Up REALLY Looks Like

Today I am reminding myself of what not giving up looks like. It's not wrapped in all sunshine and roses and an overdose of optimism with a cherry on top with a healthy side of positive thinking. It's not easy, not smooth path, not absent of hills and setbacks. And it's definitely not "I am woman, hear me roar!" 

It's more like: "I'm a woman and can you pass me that pink helmet, please? Let's be real, people, I will need it."

When I came across this picture on the Internet, I had to smile.

One, because I like loooove cheese and two, because the picture reminds me that "not giving up" can sometimes mean heading straight into the challenge with a helmet on knowing full well you may just get smacked in the process of growth.

And in the end, this is ok.

I am reminded to savor even the challenges and the missteps that are undeservedly covered with grace.

What Not Giving Up Looks Like For Me Today:

1. Making a mistake
2. Allow grace to wrap around it. Possibly whine. 
3. Making a mistake
4. Allow grace to wrap around it...again. Possibly cry.
5. Repeat the steps above
6. Grow in ways you never thought possible

What does not giving up look like to you?

Happy Thursday!

PREVIEW: Sandy, 2014. Bay Area, Glamour Photo Session

If there is one thing that I can appreciate and respect, it's when I hear women who are taking steps to be healthier and stronger. It's especially exciting for me to photograph and tell their stories because I think that if it inspires and encourages even just one woman out there to take care of her health, then I'll know it's making a difference already.

This weekend I had the privilege to meet and photograph the lovely Sandy.

Though we had not met prior to her photo session, I could already tell through her emails that I was definitely going to enjoy getting to know her more in person. Sandy shared with me what got her started on living a healthier lifestyle and also credited her personal trainer, Leily from Total Woman Gym and Spa as being a tremendous help in the entire process - she's already feeling stronger and more confident and for that alone, I think Sandy deserves a high-five. =)

I can not wait to share with you all more of Sandy's story but for now, here's a sneak peak into her photo session this weekend. (Sandy, if you don't already know it, you rocked the shoot!) 

There's more to come so definitely stay tuned - happy Monday!

A special thank you to the talented Kathleen Tinney of A-List Make Up for Sandy's beautiful hair and make up! 

Gifts, Talents, and Sharing

I love laughing and the joy that emulates from others who enjoy using their talents to make the world laugh. Since my husband and I are the You Tubing champs of our neighborhood, you can bet that we're spending our Friday nights looking up the latest antics of our favorite comedians including Russell Peters, Kevin Hart, and Aries Spears, just to name a few.

A few months ago, my husband and I had the opportunity to see another one of our all-time favorites, Anjelah Johnson. She hails from the Bay Area like we do *fist bump* and is living proof that us little petite girls can shake up the world in big ways. *fist bump again*

I follow her feed on Facebook and in light of the recent passing of Maya Angelou, Anjelah Johnson recently posted this up and it served as an awesome reminder to me to not keep a gift in it's box, but take it out, use it to the fullest, and share it with the world. Without layers of inhibition, without paralyzing fear, but with trust, joy, and gratitude to the One who blessed you with it.

Happy Friday, folks!

Anjelah Johnson

May 28 at 1:13pm · 

My sister Veronica posted this today. I thought it was perfectly said...
In light of the passing of Dr. Maya Angelou I want to share something I shared with my cousin…

This woman had an extraordinary gift, and she used her gift to it's fullest potential and touched many around the world. So profound! God has placed in each one of us a gift or many gifts. Our gifts may or may not be writing poems, they may or may not be writing books, but you have a talent you have a gift. Imagine if you used your talent to the fullest?? How great would that be?!?!?!

“Talent is like electricity. We don't understand electricity. We use it.” - Maya Angelou

"I believe that every person is born with talent." - Maya Angelou

"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change." James 1:17 ESV

"Since we have gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, each of us is to exercise them accordingly: if prophecy, according to the proportion of his faith." Romans 12:6

Old Photographs and Renewing Creative Joy

One of the things I try and  do more often is look back. Look back at the time when my portfolio barely existed, when I photographed anything and anyone that would not shy away from the eagerness of a camera and the little gal behind it full of hopes and dreams of creating art. Though starting out and pressing on to build a portfolio had it's challenges, I certainly can't deny how much it pushed and challenged me to see art, quite literally, everywhere - in the cup full of pencil, in the brilliance of bright orange on a kitchen table, in twinkling street lights of the San Francisco pier.

Even in the midst of my insecurity wondering if my photographs were any good, wondering if someone out there was laughing at my hopeful efforts, I still vividly recall a sense of joy, of sheer bliss that washed over those feelings whenever I saw a photo come to life in front of me.

This is one of my favorite old photographs that I proudly display in my work space, taken a few years back. My dad has these weathered hands, with lines that trace back to years of  hard work and represent his love of building things, fixing and creating things. Displaying it reminds to be unafraid to build big dreams, that in the midst of the "business" stuff, to not lose joy of why I fell in love with the art of photography in the first place.

Happy Throwback Thursday, folks!

My Scissors and His Hope

Lots of people talk about the highs and lows of life. As a blogger/journal-keeper/bonafied "Hello Kitty diary keeper since I was 8 years old", I'm no exception. My level of excitement for writing tends to be very dependent on whatever I'm currently experiencing in my own life, high or low, sometimes even the in between.

The highs, lows, and the in-between. Am I saying that I'm ok with the roller-coaster life sometimes is?  Eh...no. Though I love roller coasters, the anticipation for going up-up-up is thrilling, but sometimes anxiety-building for me, and then of course, the going down-down-down makes me want to sometimes hug stability of the ground while eating an ice cream instead.

But frankly, I think I struggle the most with the "middle" because it has to do with not knowing. Is the next turn going to be leading to an adrenaline rushing high or part of a gut-wrenching low? I'm a barfer, please tell me now.

Recently, someone close to me had a visit at the doctor's office that didn't quite end so favorably. No one I know really loves going to the doctor's office in the first place (Paper gowns and probing? No thanks.) so to have them call you because of some not-so-great test results can be, needless to say, a little stress inducing.

The middle - the waiting game - for further tests and second opinions is hard, but I'm thankful, grateful, and strengthened by God's gift of hope.

His kind of unbreakable hope.
                               

Because regardless of the the high, low, and middle/in-between  life moments, His kind of hope intertwines and weaves through all of the unknowns with beautiful strength that even the scissors of my deepest doubts or most paralyzing fears can't cut through.

Photographers and Their Beautiful Magic

You would think that as a photographer, I'd be on top of things as far as making sure to have wonderful photos of my own husband and me taken together on a regular basis, gracing the walls of the hallways in our home.

But alas, besides our wonderful engagement and wedding photos, we haven't been in front of a professional camera in ages...until yesterday.

As part of celebrating our 5 year anniversary, we decided to get fancy, comb our hair all neat, iron our clothes and have some professional photos taken....and I am so thankful we did.

Our lovely and super talented photographer, Ginny of Retrospect Images guided us through fields and golden sunset lighting to capture images of us that I already know we will treasure forever. She shared a little sneak peak and the moment I saw this, my heart skipped a beat and reminded me of the magic that photographers create.

Ginny, needless to say, we loved working with you and your equally talented stylist LilyAnn and are excited to see the rest of the beautiful photos we know you captured! Thank you for helping us celebrate this special anniversary!

xo

You Tube Clips, Socks With Holes, and a Special Anniversary

As a kid, I wanted to be Cinderella. Except I'd be, like, the little brown girl version of her. With bangs and a love for rice.

The gown, the magical hair styling, and yes...those shoes. As most little girls dream about, I thought that love would be as perfect as they portrayed in this epic tale. With fancy shoes to prance around in, hair perfect every time, with a sprinkle of swirly glitter every where you go.

Little did I know that many years down the road, the reality of what love really is was so much better than I expected or even fathomed. Rather than being a painting of perfection and sunny days, it's actually a crazy mix of the happy, not-so-happy, the easy-peasy, tough as a microwaved steak days, sailing smooth, bumpy, pothole roads, the exciting and the ordinary, everyday.

My husband and I celebrate our the anniversary of the big day we said "I do."

I do to the I-think-the-birds-sing-a-melody-when-you-are-around-times and I'm -so-mad-at-you-times-I-hope-those-birds-poop-on-your-car-times.

I do to learning how to be more loving, serving, persevering, and forgiving. 

I do to sharing the chore of pairing up socks in the laundry, to taking turns letting Kona out for potty breaks when all we'd rather do is stay planted on the couch after a long day.

I do to laughing over the same Kevin Hart, Russell Peters, Anjelah Johnson comedy routines and pointless YouTube videos of fainting goats.

I do to cheering you on as you persevere in your goal to run and be healthy.

I do to sharing our love and passion for all things music.

I do to proudly watching you grow in your love and pursuit of God.

I do to the days we dress all fancy and I do to the days when we love each other just the same when we each have a hole in our sock and our hair could use a shampoo.

I do to loving you when you are sick and I could get sick, too, but it doesn't matter because I do to the sick and healthy times. 

I do to praying, to serving, to more hugs, to learning more about each other and being challenged in our faith together. 

I do to our life together, our love together, and experiencing more of God's plan for us together.

This is one of my absolute favorite photos of us together. My hope and prayer is that when we're 100 years old still watching random YouTube clips, the laughter, love, and faith will be even more abundant, more rich, more God-grounded.

Even if it involves dentures that might fall out with every smile at each other.

I love you forever, Bubby.

Photo courtesy of KI Photography

When It's Not A Happy Mother's Day

Every year I stand in front of the Mother's Day card section of my local Target, I find myself looking for the most light-hearted, humorous card. The one least weighed down with wordy sentiments related to a mother being a daughter's best friend or anything of that sort. A card that was funny enough, passes the test enough to fulfill what often feels like an obligatory card-giving holiday of the year.

Though my own mother and I get along just fine in recent years, my childhood and even into young adulthood memories were not the greatest and quite honestly, were rooted from a very strained relationship with my mom. And Mother's Day sometimes brings up old memories of a past hurt and even a sense of grieving for a childhood that has long been gone and can not be re-done or changed.

It's so hard to honestly state this when you are practically drowning in a sea of  messages graced with pink flowers, mother-daughter stories pouring generously through your Facebook feed, and a card section of Target that only sell cards with "my mother is my BFF" kind of messages. The moment I stepped into church on Sunday, I braced myself for what I was expecting to be a cheesy message of Jesus' mother or stories of other women who had served as mothers. I mentally made a note to dash out quickly after service had ended just so I wouldn't have to push through the crowds of "Happy Mother's Day" greetings surrounding me and having to answer what special Mother's Day plans I had for the day with my own mom when really, I just wanted to safely hide in my cynicism and pain.

But instead of allowing me the comfort of my hiding place, I was greeted with a surprise that I didn't even know my heart needed so badly. As much as I shrank back wanting to cry, God instead reached through the huge crowd on Mother's Day, took my hurt with a hand that was so understanding of my struggle, and lovingly invited me to give Him my pain. All of it. The pain inflicted from a childhood I wished I never experienced. The pain of hurtful words. The pain of the loneliest and darkest times where I wished I never experienced as a child, a teenager, a young adult.

He knew what I needed and instead of faking an obligatory happiness on Mother's Day, He gave me love and what I needed the most on a day that is difficult for me.

God allowed me to grieve, to cry for a childhood lost.

Instead of a message filled with what I thought was going to be an overdose of Mother's Day cheesiness I would need to grit my teeth and survive through, Sunday's sermon was filled with the heart-wrenching truth that for some of us, Mother's Day is hard.

Some because they've lost their moms, have lost a child, or have lost a childhood to a parent that has hurt us. Hearing this message was a like a much-needed salve to a bad cut in my heart that I am sometimes ashamed to admit is there.

I was given the freedom to hurt. I was reminded that though I was hurt emotionally by mother, she is imperfect and was bound to make mistakes, as will I if and when I ever become a mom myself. I was reminded that I am imperfect. And the beautiful hope I rest my struggles on is the fact that God redeems for imperfect people like my mom and me. That the finality of my story isn't determined from a rough childhood or the darkest moments littered throughout my upbringing, but from a perfect and loving God who continues to breathe life into the moments in my life that seem the most painful and dead.

I write this post with a bit of a tear in my eye because I just know that I am not the only one who struggles with holidays that ask us to honor our imperfect parents. And I hope that you find encouragement in knowing that it is ok to hurt and to wrestle with this hurt.

He knows your pain, anger, and sadness, just as much as he knew mine walking into a Sunday service. And as He reached through a crowd for me, I know for a fact He is reaching through a crowd for you, too.

Where the Spirit of the Lord is

There is freedom

Where the Spirit of the Lord is 

Chains are broken

Eyes are open

Christ is with us

 - Hillsong

Happy Monday - here's to hope.

Margret, 2014. Bay Area, Glamour Photo Session

I love being able to tell the story of every woman, but especially mothers. The kind of beauty they posses deepens far beyond what the eye can see and is made of an intricate depth that was fashioned out of both the joy, pain, and perseverance that make up the life of a woman who shares her heart with others as a mother.

They are fabulous in their own way and Margret is no exception. She has experienced the highs and lows of past experience that have helped shape the woman and mother she is today to two beautiful daughters. Though having experienced the grief of a past miscarriage, she still believes everything happens for a reason and felt no desire to take it against God or anyone else.

Margret is a firm believer in having not only faith and confidence, but also being a go-getter, and unafraid to learn new things whether it's in cooking/baking or in business. But more so than that, she also believes in sharing a message with other women that beauty on the outside as well as within are what build a true and genuine confidence.

Margret, thank you for being a joy to work with. You are generous with your smiles and laughter and it was a honor to photograph you and share your beauty, both inside and out, with the world.

Here's to celebrating a mother's timeless beauty - Happy Mother's Day!

A special thank you to the talented Vlada Fomenko  for Margret's beautiful hair and make up! 

To see more of the behind the scenes of Margret's photo session, feel free to watch the video below!

Scooping Skills and Day We Took Her Home

As a child, I'd never really had the fun experience of having a family dog to love and raise.

I do re-call a brief trial period with a couple of puppies my parents surprised us with, but unfortunately that didn't last but a few weeks. One of the dogs bit my sister playing too rough, my other sister tried to stuff the other dog into her doll's stroller for a little ride, and I don't ever really recall being motivated to make good on the promises we profusely made about cleaning up after the puppies in order to keep them.

We were living proof that little girls under the age of 10 are not capable of scooping poop, no matter how cute and fluffy the maker is.

Four years ago today, my husband and I took home this little monster baby. 

She cried and yelped and protested her crate throughout the first night we had her, left us little surprises around our little apartment, regularly threw up her meals on the upholstery of both our cars during short road trips, and bit a hole into my favorite living room pillows as well as one of my favorite scarves. 

And yet despite all of this, she has managed to take up residency in a very special part of our hearts. 

And yes, it is because of her that I now know how to pooper-scoop.....like a boss. =)

Happy Monday!

Toilet Paper and Lessons In Respect and Listening

The late afternoon sun beamed down mercilessly on the shield of our sunglasses as my husband and I strolled through the track of a local high school in our neighborhood. We were scheduled to meet some friends there for an evening run.

Ok. Let's be real. My friends and husband actually ran. I huffed and puffed my way around the track, trying not to cry, while daydreaming about a burger. With fries.

I was recounting to my husband the details of a meeting I was recently a part of in which I walked away feeling as if I was not truly listened to.Though I knew in the back of my mind that this person had a stellar resume of accomplishments that truly deserved some sort of trophy, I couldn't help but feel slightly disrespected. It reminded me how important it is to be a good listener, regardless of what status you reach or what position you hold, higher or lower that the person sitting across the meeting table. That it makes a real difference in both business and personal interactions, can make or break a deal, can form an important connection or not.

My husband has worked in the corporate world for awhile, so needless to say, he's experienced his fair share of situations in which the concept of respect and listening to folks from all levels/positions was no where on the meeting agenda. In response to my after-work lament, he nods in understanding and sums up the importance of respecting people in one simple sentence:

"You know, the most important person at a hotel is the one who replaces the toilet paper."

Wisdom at it's finest, folks. We all know we never want to be caught without toilet paper.

Happy Wednesday!

Always Practice Seeing

One of the things I am learning as a portrait photographer is that you can never spend too much time seeing. 

Awhile back I took a workshop taught by a seasoned photographer with the intention of simply picking up a few tips and tricks I thought would be useful in my work. Interestingly enough, the biggest tip I received in this class didn't involve the use of a camera, but my eyes. 

As someone who never wants to miss a moment with my camera, the thought of not having an active camera in new surroundings didn't make sense and frankly, made me a little fidgety and uneasy. However, when I finally took the assignment seriously and actually sat quietly observing my surroundings without taking a single photograph on a random sunny day, it was then I finally saw the value in this lesson. That anyone can take a picture with a camera, but the ability to really see are what separates the picture-takers from the photographers who make and create a photograph.

It as a beautiful weekend in the city of San Francisco - perfect for taking the time to practice the art of seeing and creating a few memorable photographs of the city I am thankful to live near. 

Happy Monday!

PREVIEW: Elizabeth, 2014. Bay Area, Glamour Photo Session

"Exist in photographs not only for yourself, but for your children."

I once heard a photographer say this and it made my heart skip a beat because even I sometimes forget how powerful a photograph can be not only for the person being photographed but for whoever treasures the image for years to come.

I had the honor of meeting Elizabeth a few months ago and the privilege of photographing her this past weekend. It was wonderful to catch up and needless to say, I was very excited to work with her on this shoot.

Elizabeth and her husband have a young son and as I write this post, I can't help but remember the powerful words of that photographer. Because one day, when her son looks back on this photo years down the road, I hope he sees an image of his mother that captures everything that speaks of strength, love, and beauty that shines from the inside out.

Here's a little sneak peak into Elizabeth's shoot - stay tuned for more!

A special thank you to the talented Vlada Fomenko Makeup and Hair for Elizabeth's beautiful hair and make up! 

Motivation vs. Inspiration

Motivational speakers, motivational messages, motivational mugs, motivational cheers.

Ehhh.

Now, I'm not trying to knock motivational messages or anything like that. It helps some people, and to each their own - far be it for me to criticize.

However, for me personally at least, I think there's something much more captivating, something much deeper, and more awesome and impactful overall, when you're inspired.

As a business owner, I have had my share of ruts/the days in the "middle" of the journey that make me wish I was at the destination point, the season where suddenly it's all easy sailing, the point where I wouldn't have to push so much or be prone to eating so much chocolate in the middle of the afternoon.

It's in those moments that what I need most isn't necessarily motivation or a rah-rah-rawrrrr cheer but rather some heart-shifting inspiration. The reminders of why I began this journey to re-define beauty for women through my photography. The reminders of why I willingly take on the challenges because it's making an impact for something bigger than me. The reminders of how a God-given dream and talent can change the world around me. That kind of inspiration.

One of my favorite photographers is New Zealand-born photographer Sue Bryce. And on an evening that was headed towards "rut-ville", I watched this video she created and was once again reminded why I am inspired to center my work around photographing every woman, celebrate without inhibition, the message that she is beautiful.

Hope you are inspired by this as much as I was.

Happy Friday!

Vacation, Business Networking, and Puppy Outfits - The Random

I'm attending a networking meeting tonight and the butterflies have started fluttering its wings since earlier this morning.

My husband wants to go Hawaii for vacation. And while it sounds like fun, my heart gets sad and weepy just thinking about leaving our puppy, Kona Bean, behind.

I'm considering getting my dog one of those pilot helmets and aviator goggles/scarf costumes. I really, really think she might like it.

Dark-chocolate covered pretzels shouldn't be so easily accessible to people like me who eat them for breakfast.

High-heels are fun and I love 'em like most girls who love shoes, but ohhhhh nothing beats a pair of Isotoner house slippers. Especially if you're losing the battle of the bunion. (You're welcome.)

For this type-A, must organize everything in sight kind of gal, places like Office Depot are like a slice of heaven. Post-Its, file folders, oh, be still my heart. Did I ever tell you about the time in college when my 5 pages of class notes looked horribly sloppy....so I re-wrote the entire thing for fun?

I love cards. Like loooooove/Hallmark gets a high-five from me. I love them more than the presents they come attached to. Many a time has my husband given me a gift and I spend more time re-reading and hugging the card more than I do opening the actual gift. He married a nerd and heck yeah, I'm proud of it.

I hate when it's prayer time during my small group meetings from church and the peaceful silence is rudely interrupted by my stomach deciding to imitate burping walrus.

The effects of wind-blown hair in a photo session creates divinely beautiful photos and makes my little creative heart swoon. I am determined to make Heartbox Photography known for dramatic wind-blown hair in every photo. =)

I wish it were still cool to carry my lunch in Jem and the Holograms lunchbox.


Happy Thursday!