



A couple months ago I got to photograph some good friends that were in love. Awww. I also got to eat my first French dip sandwich. Tied for best part of the day, just being honest. We started off in Union Station, and then took the metro to Chinatown. Here are some of my favorite shots of the day. Happy weekending to you!







My favorite of the day*

*Side note: While we were in Chinatown I swore I saw Jessica Claire. I got all giddy and fangirly and I even tweeted about it. She tweeted me back saying she had been home all day. Fail! I’m like the backbrace girl that waved at the cheerleader because she was waving back, and then realized the quarterback was standing behind her. Yeah, I think like that

Do you see the very clear problem in my feelings in the first paragraph? “Me, me, me!” I become so wrapped up in myself, who I am, and how I can impress someone with what I identify myself with. It would have been a far better use of my time to hear the Lord and what He says about me. Identity is defined as “the distinguishing character or personality of an individual.” In 2 Corinthians 5:17 we are told “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” I am in Christ, and therefore should be looking at Christ as the source of my identity—for who He wants me to be in Him. What sets me apart and distinguishes me from the world is simply Jesus.
Sometimes the world gets so wrapped up in labels and categories. I remember the quad in my high school during lunch period. Everyone sat with their group: the athletes clung together discussing game scores and new plays; the band kids sat together in the music room; the theatre group (admittedly, I was one of them!) would gather together telling jokes and quoting movies. There wasn’t much wiggle room for those that didn’t solely identify with just one thing. You made your decision, typically at the beginning of your high school “career”—and that’s where you usually stayed. Whether or not you were an athlete and a musician, and even sometimes a dancer—you were usually seen as one. And let’s be honest, some labels were more desirable than others. I know for me that age really began the temptation to impress others with who I was, and what separated me from the rest.
As most teens grow into adults, labels take a backseat to the internal struggle of finding yourself. Where do I place my identity? If it’s in my career, I will forever be climbing the totem pole of “corporate success”—but then what happens when it’s time to retire? If I’m a mother and raise my children til they’re grown—well, then who am I once they leave? If I place who I am in what I see in the mirror everyday, eventually the wrinkles and grey hair will change that picture too. Everything in this world can try and place my identity in will eventually change or go away. If where I place my identity disappears, what happens to who I am?
You see, the only safe place to stow (and keep!) our identity is in Christ Himself. Hebrews 13:8 tells us that Christ is the same “yesterday, today, and forever.” We should always remember that our Savior is an ever-loving, never-changing God. He knows us better than we know ourselves. It’s Christ alone that defines our identity and distinguishes us from the rest of the world.
So, who are we as new creations in Christ? We are beloved, treasured, and most desired by God Himself. We are on this earth for a number of days to know God, love and worship Him, and to make Him known to others. While we were still sinners, Christ died for us (Romans 5:8)—we still sin and fall short, but in obedience to the Holy Spirit’s refining work, He redeems us. He loved us even in our darkness—and through the veil of crimson blood, we were able to walk into the light. Next time someone asks “what do you do?”, remember who you are in Christ instead. And use every opportunity to share your true identity with others. I am more than a wife, photographer, or babysitter: I am the child of God, in Whose perfect identity I can rest secure for all of eternity—and that is far, far better.
So if you’re my friend on Facebook (and why aren’t you if you’re not?!) you may see that I post endless phone pictures of various puppies. Yes, it’s true, I have puppies. I’ll allow sufficient time for envy. We good now? So I sorta fell into being a foster parent for our local Humane Society. This means when there are abandoned puppies that are too young to either go to the pound or be adopted, I will take care of them full time at my house until they’re old enough. That means I get lots of adorable puppies and then give ‘em the boot once they start growing up. I’ll be honest, I cry everytime I bring them back. Some I’ve only had for a couple weeks, while others I’ve had for pushing three months. It’s hard no matter how long I have them, but I’m a sucker and keep saying yes whenever they call. I absolutely love doing this!
The most recent brood to enter into my fosterdom is Cassidy and her puppies. We got them when they were a day old. We have no photos of them at this age because Cassidy would go all shades of Kujo on us if we got within 5 feet of her. It took a good week before we could pet her or the puppies without risk of death or dismemberment. Fast forward 3 weeks and Cassidy thinks this is her permanent home (I haven’t the heart to tell her otherwise yet) and we have 2 thriving puppies. We originally had three but the runt, Clarence, passed away last Thursday. It was devastating and sad for Justin and I. My mother in law wrote an amazing eulogy of sorts on her blog, you can read it here. We miss Clarence terribly, but are still overjoyed to have Cassidy, Charlie, and Casper with us to love on.
And now for enough boring type, on to the pictures:
This is Cassidy (or Mama Cass if you’re me)

Charlie

Casper

I put them in my shoes. I’m a good foster parent.


I woke them up. They’re not happy with me.

How can you not love them? Even if they are chihuahua mutts.
These are the three brothers. The only photos I have of Clarence are on my phone. Casper and Clarence look almost identical, we called them “the twins.” Here they are hugging, which Charlie providing butt support.

***Blooper Reel***
This picture did not come out in focus, and the little stinker wouldn’t yawn again. I can’t not post it because it is seeping with adorableness. So here’s the best blooper of your life. In history. Ever.

So I’ve been slowly trying to organize all of my photos, and keep discovering shoots I’ve never posted. It’s like finding money in a coat pocket that you haven’t worn in months. Well, almost. Here’s a wedding I shot with the lovely Dawn Malone last Spring. These are just a few of my favorites. Have a good weekend!








