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Under the summer sunshine in flourishing fields of the sweetest strawberries.

It’s a sweet sort of symphony listening as they cling less to my fingers and wonder that much louder the whys of the universe, mulling over discoveries of their own with minds made for greatness. Yes, it's the most treasured sort of reward to watch them, full of light and strength, with roots grown deep and thick, flourish out into the space of who they were created to be. And so here I’ll be through their song and blossom, in the background of their grace-rich story- ready to hold and comfort sometimes, ready to let go and let be sometimes but forever and always, trusting in, resting in the One who loves them most.

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A family historian.

I did my best growing up in fields polka dotted with hay bales, just off a beach of a gravel road my roots are tucked within rolling hills. Every now and again when I crack eggs in the skillet and the sizzle joins the music of a morning full with tumbling feet and eager laughter for the day, I am back in my grandparents home, my Grandma Bonnie and my Pop. Their farmhouse was one of fairytales. I knew it even then. 

It was white and porched and the rickety swing overlooked Missouri hilltops, the same woods we would explore for hours because that's what you did there. Nights were spent under quilts on beds too small for the many growing bodies that piled in the one bathroom home, but that's where my sisters and I told our secrets and listened carefully because if we didn't let them hear us stir, we could make out the stories the grownups would stay up with long after the moon had risen. 

The stories.

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The merry days.

"And God in uncontainable affection, knelt down and kissed warm life into you with the breath of his love.You are made of dust of this earth and you are made of the happiness of heaven, and you are flesh and you are spirit, and you are of two worlds longing for the home of forever and him.No matter your story before, this is your beginning now: you were formed by Love…for love.” ― Ann Voskamp, The Greatest Gift

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The night our neighbors joined a donkey and sheep and pig in our front yard over hot chocolate and marshmallows to celebrate the the reason of the season.

It was just chilly enough to feel festive,and just random enough to feel like it could become a tradition. But gathering with neighbors and friends alike in the front yard, making our way through marshmallows and hot cocoa, mingling over wrangling children serenaded by braying and laughter, it was an evening that warmed me to the fullest heart.

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Our everyday stories of mercy and grace.

"Mercy is not getting what we deserve,And grace is getting what we do not deserve."

In these days that so quickly slide into months into years that are strung together like jewels, I'm challenging myself to not let go of the sacred practice of making photographs. Because for me, it's more than light and color and even transcends the God given gift of emotion. And it's not about the memories because I will always believe that what lies ahead is always greater than what has gone before. But within the frames I'm going to see stories like mornings gathered around eggs and pancakes and pulling out the Bible I gave him in the first few months we ever held each other's hands because we already knew we held each other's hearts. And the stories like Thanksgiving 2017, a near 80 degree day, arms around each other, giving me just about ten seconds of eye contact and smiles before scattered adventure called their name, the OG Frenchy Five and how they dug through dust and layers to find the sparkliest of treasures to fill their Nana and Papa's tree. And the stories of quieter days spent learning from and alongside each other, the way the little matriarch of our clan carries the youngest up to rest in the afternoon light. And the stories of nights, some with traditions and some filed under normal. The stories of unfinished tasks and accomplishments great and small. And the stories of half dressed and messy and I'm sorries and let's try this again. The stories I pray never go unnoticed. Our precious stories of mercy and grace.

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