Staying a Little Crazy

I think I might have the hottest assistant. He carries my gear and makes me feel less awkward around complete strangers.

Isn't the DC temple so beautiful? I'm so lucky I got to take some wedding pictures on Saturday, which allowed me to get some good shots of the temple while I still have the time! I think the wedding shots went well. I give myself an A just because it's harder to shoot a couple who hate photographs and you're stalked by their family with 6 other cameras standing right behind you. I wish I could get a picture of that! Also not to mention, the worst 10 AM lighting time.

Mr Smith says once we can afford to get me a Mark II, he can take candids on the side. Then we'll force our children to work for their cost of living. I am excited to get older! Cause I realize that when you get to a certain age you have your life together, you've accomplished so many goals, and you're well suited for a life of perfect bliss where it all makes sense!

I thought graduating college would be that way for me.

stupid freshman thoughts.

I think maybe we'll always be a little crazy. I think to be a girl, wife and a mother, it's inevitable.

No one can explain us, and we try to explain ourselves, but then we all just get twisted up in our thoughts and find ourselves contradicting this quality over that. Or maybe it's just me. I've decided to throw away the labeler (just the mental one) and roll with whatever comes out knowing that I can change and overcome anything with the grace of our Savior. Truly, it's the only way to breathe underwater and rise to the top.

So, what's next? you got me.

I'm just stepping out, but I have my peace.

I'm just slightly anxious like always

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