Being brave with our stories invites others to share their stories too. These friends have been brave with their story of infertility and loss. They have wrestled with all the questions that come from the wait. But only God knows why we are made to wait. And only He knows who we are waiting for. It turns out that Mike and Lois were waiting for Isaiah. The call came, they said yes, and now they are all home. Welcome Isaiah!
So much of the heartbreak in my story can also be found in theirs. It’s one of the reasons I feel such an affection for them. Our friendship is new but feels seasoned. And receiving the news that they were headed to meet their son made my heart explode. Welcome home Asher. We’re so thrilled to have you here!
“All of these lines across my face, Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been, And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything, When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true… I was made for you”
A new chapter is beginning in the story of Jennifer and Jason. And it begins on the day their two families become one.
“For all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you.”
My family is recovering from a long and exhausting season of loss. So the arrival of our newest member brings joy in the midst of sorrow. He arrived two weeks ahead of schedule, but really, he was right on time.
I had been invited to be in the delivery room for his birth. The sister in me wanted to be there to support my sister at this precious time. The photographer in me wanted to be there to capture the intimacy of the labor. And the mama in me wanted to be there to experience the miracle of delivering a baby. Not knowing if I will ever get to deliver a baby of my own, it was a gift to be present for the birth of this nephew of mine.
Tanner made it look easy and Charlie made a fast entry into the world. It was amazing.
After two days in the hospital, Charlie got to go home to meet his big brother.
Peterson, party of 4 🙂
Most years, the fall season in Charlotte seems to last about ten days. So I’ve been thankful for the long weeks of unseasonably warm weather that we’ve had this year. As autumn hung around into the late days of November, the trees hung onto their leaves longer than usual. The warm afternoon sun and the yellow and orange leaves provided a gorgeous backdrop for this beautiful family. Seriously, could they be any cuter?!
Leslie loves to tell the story of when we first met. We lived on the same hall in a freshman dorm and she invited me to watch a movie with her and her roommate. And I didn’t go. In looking back, I guess our friendship could have ended there before it even began. But Leslie didn’t give up on me – the girl who blew off her invitation. By the end of that freshman year, Leslie was one of the people I had most enjoyed getting to know.
Now, 14 years later, my friendship with Leslie is one of my most cherished. We’ve seen each other through heartbreaks and loss, through countless jobs and transitions. We’ve lived together, traveled together, and we’ve had the honor of standing beside each other as we each said ‘I do’.
Leslie and her husband Mark recently welcomed their second baby. And they were kind enough to move to the Carolinas before doing so. I’m ecstatic to have one of my best friends living close enough for me to visit any time I want. And I’m so grateful to have gotten the chance to take these pictures of their precious family. Love you Andersons!
Sometimes it feels like my own childhood wasn’t so very long ago. Having kids in front of my camera can send me back to my own days of being ten and just wanting to explore my surroundings. I love the freedom kids have to truly be themselves – a freedom it seems we lose as we grow older and grow more concerned with the opinions of others. On this particular day, these siblings were definitely more interested in exploring the creek than in having their picture taken. And that’s just fine with me.
This fun family is in the midst of a busy season of life. And I’m so grateful we found time to grab some pictures. These are a few of my favorites from our recent afternoon together.
Mama’s hands are full with two little boys and one big dog.
Every summer I get the chance to spend a week vacationing with my family. And most summers, those vacations take place along Florida’s scenic Highway 30-A. Powder white sand and turquoise waters have drawn beachgoers to this area of the panhandle for decades. Pastel colored beach communities have been developing along the highway for as long as I can remember. And year after year, we find ourselves coming back, ordering the same dishes at the same restaurants, riding our bikes along the same pathways, and watching the same sunsets. I wouldn’t want it any other way.