I'm an old-fashioned girl who likes to feel feminine. I'm a mother of one beautiful little lady. Our dog, Henry, considers himself her older brother. I have a husband who loves me and makes me feel beautiful. Who could ask for more?
"We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best."
Oh the joy of watching a belly grow and wondering what little treasure is waiting inside. I find expectant mothers to have a beauty about them that is unexplainable. They are touched by a tenderness and a peace that makes one stop and instantly intrigued by their fragile and most amazing state.
I've come to the conclusion that moving into a new house can make one very busy. Sorry I've been out for awhile. I'm back.
I had the pleasure of photographing a friend's little one last week. This baby just happens to be the sweetest little thing you've ever seen. At the end of our visit she fell asleep on her mummy's shoulder and complete contentment came over her face. She was home and she new she was safe and loved.
Have you ever realized that some of the oldest things are some of the most beautiful? There's a peace about a worn barn that has seen alot of wind and rain. It looks as though it is wise with knowledge that only weathered years can bring. And it is so happy being what it is, knowing that it has provided shelter for many things throughout the years.
a day trip to tennessee found us surrounded by captivating things. we became intrigued with old buildings and antique shops full of treasures. we indulged in whiskey burgers, bar-b-que and ice cream. we stopped on the side of the road and fed horses grass and took pictures of donkeys staring at us, big ears erect. and of course we sighed at the sight of the rolling hills, with fields looking like patchwork quilts keeping the ground warm.