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Right now, we are in the midst of what we call the “busy season” for us family photographers. During the months of October-November, you can find me living in my editing cave - where I shoot, sift and edit ~20,000 photos when all is said and done.

I had one of those sleepless nights again. They hit me every so often. Now that my kids are 5, 9 and 10 years old and having the best sleep of their lives, it’s like my body is missing early motherhood and being up all night or something.

Five is a huge milestone. It feels big. I can’t believe my BABY is growing up. I know by now that I can’t stop the clock, time is a thief and I’ll forever be in the struggle of missing who they were and loving who they are becoming.

I have been thinking lately about seasons. Not necessarily the meterological kind, although I am eagerly awaiting fall here in Florida (if there ever was such a thing). Seasons in Florida are a bit of a mystery, because while they tell us on paper that it’s “fall” it still very much feels like “summer” until one day you’re caught freezing outside watching your kid’s soccer game without a jacket in sight.

Humans are fickle and make horrible idols.

This is probably not the warm, fuzzy Christmas message that people like to hear during this season. But after talking with a wise friend over the phone yesterday, I can’t shake what she said.

Almost four years ago, I experienced what many refer to as a “faith crisis.” The way I define it is that point where your heart and mind are telling you different things — and you begin to question what you know to be true.

I don’t know about you, but I need motivation to do much of anything. This morning, I got up early to go for a run. You know what motivated me to get up at 6:45am on a Saturday morning? Accountability.

One of my favorite things about photography is being able to capture and document families as they grow. I first met this couple when they were expecting their precious baby boy and were planning to announce their pregnancy to the world.