I grew up in Michigan, but found my way to Texas as fast as I could. After taking a few years to acclimate to the heat, I can honestly say I love the Texas sun. I'm still getting used to saying "y'all," but I'm down with the sunshine.
I was drawn to photography at a difficult time in my life. What started as a hobby to distract myself from the roller coaster of infertility, grew into a passion for preserving memories. If you ask my oldest friends, they'll flat out tell you that I have a horrible memory. I've stopped trying to count the times when we've been reminiscing and I have absolutely no recollection of the events in the stories being told. You guys, it's bad. Luckily, photography has an excellent memory.
I don't dwell on regrets, but I do wish that I had become a photographer before my grandfather passed away. My family doesn't have any great photos of him from later in his life. The last time he had a professional photo taken was at his wedding in 1957. The snapshots I do have are some of my most treasured possessions. I can't tell you how gratifying it is to create images for my clients that will be treasured for generations. I get to preserve memories. I get to capture details that would otherwise be forgotten. If you let me, I'd be honored to tell your story.
I married my college sweetheart in 2004. The 24-year-old version of myself didn't have everything figured out, but she did know how to pick a wonderful partner. Orion is an optimist, he's kind-hearted, community minded and he's patient. Those qualities might not be what everyone is looking for, but they make him the perfect husband for me. Plus, he's down with me sneaking off to spend as many golden hours as possible with my clients. I can't think of anyone I'd rather walk through life with.
My path to motherhood wasn't typical. After struggling with infertility, Orion and I decided to build our family through adoption. On November 12, 2015, I answered a life changing phone call. A woman in Arizona asked us to be her baby's parents. A week later we watched our son come into the world. We fell in love instantly. I'll forever be grateful for the gift of adoption. Being Graham's momma is the most important, joyful, fulfilling thing I've ever done.
I've always envisioned my home as a place overflowing with love and laughter. When you step through my door, I want to take care of you. Like my photography, my esthetic for my space is bright and cozy. My college roommates and I were obsessed with Martha Stewart in 1998 and today I'm addicted to home design blogs. I'm the girl who rotates the wreath on her front door on a monthly basis. Does that mean I have a problem? Nah! There is no such thing as too many wreaths. Right?