I have been wanting 2 more chickens. Keeps the eggs flowing a little faster and then it's easier to share them. So a friend of ours gave us 2 small hens, nicknamed Crockett and Tubs. (Someone's a Miami Vice fan. ;) ) Unfortunately they were not hand raised and did not want to come to the coop each night, so the friend gave us a rooster to help round them up. I have always said I did not want a rooster. He was a beautiful rooster, but I knew he was only here temporarily. Well, 1 morning we left the coop open so that they could come/go and get used to it. Unfortunately, that was a mistake.
He did his job of rounding them up and keeping them together. And shortly before we got him, the white hen had disappeared, but she was back within a day of him arriving.
Unfortunately leaving the coop open to help the new hens and the rooster was a mistake. I came home last week to feathers everywhere and one of my hens missing. They are usually only allowed out when I'm home, so I have plenty of guilt and sadness. I know it's the circle of life, but my girls were my girls. They would come running to me when I came out and would come running when it was time to be put up at night. Mr Rooster fought the battle of his life for my girl too. It didn't matter that he wasn't around them (they were very independent and didn't hang around him and the other 2 much), when it came down to it, he fought for them anyway. He did his job.
We thought he'd be ok after a few days, but he was just injured too badly. RIP Mr Rooster. Thanks for trying to protect all of them.
I was doing so well in January! February hit and it seems I fell off the planet. Unfortunately last week was a struggle for me and I don't think I picked up my camera at all. And there was no editing of what I had waiting on my hard drive either. I need to just breathe and get back to what I love.
Taken a few weeks ago and it sums it up for me...snuggles help fix everything!
I have a love/hate relationship with this picture. I love it because it's my boys, but I hate it because something in it is off. I'm not sure what it is or why I feel that way. But for now, I will love it because we spent part of the day at Opryland enjoying the Christmas decorations. And I will remember the punks being crazy and sliding down the handrails. :)
8 months ago, I met this lovely family. Stacey contacted me for an OpLove homecoming session last spring. Unfortunately, the Army called again and again, they are daddy-less for another tour. It's the job. It's the life. And they live it each and every day. But, before shipping out, Stacey called me again, this time for a family session. Last minute. But when you're shipping out in 3 days, you find a way to make it work. And we did!
We met at the Parthenon on a rainy Saturday and got it done.
And the rain stopped just as we started!
Probably one of my favorite shots!
A beautiful family that has been in my prayers. Until daddy returns home!
A few weeks ago I photographed my first set of twins for The Tiny Footprints Project. These sweet boys were almost ready to go home and all they were concerned about was sleeping, which was awesome, because that meant they were growing! Well, I like to think that! :) Mom and dad were ready to get them home too!
She had just bought this preemie outfit and they were already busting out of it!
I'm sure mom and dad will be able to tell them apart, but they were pretty darn identical to me!
One of my favorites! The boys are both home now and both weigh over 7 pounds! Praise God for all His blessings!
We are in the middle of marching band season. It's a busy season that usually starts the last week of July in band camp. These kids put in hours and hours (2-13 hour days during band camp alone!) They are dedicated and hard working and their work pays off. Last weekend they participated in the Middle Tennessee Small Bands competition. It was a wet, rainy week and for the first time ever, they had to play in the gym and not march. It is definitely not as fun, but they did great, as always. And as with the last 2 years, took home the championship!
This homecoming was reserved MONTHS in advance. Actually, I was contacted back in March, requesting a homecoming in September for OpLove. Seems so funny now, but Kristen was serious about locking in the date. I had done a homecoming for a friend and Kristen wanted to make sure we were locked in. I wish I were that organized!
Plenty of nerves until you know they're on the ground!
And until you're in their arms, it's not for real!
They may have arrived, but you only get a few precious minutes before they have to leave again for a few hours to turn in their equipment.
That time is much easier to handle though when you know they'll be home to stay.
So much time to make up for...one of my favorite pictures!
I haven't had a welcome home ceremony in over 6 months. I didn't realize how much I missed it.
As you think about your day and offer up your prayers, remember the Soldiers and their families that sacrifice for us each and every day so that we can pray and enjoy our freedoms! Today there are almost 200 families praising God for their Hero's safe return. And as they do that, 2,000 101st Soldiers are getting ready to say goodbye for another tour.
Dear 16 1/2 year old child of mine...please quit growing! Please quit talking about collage, flying and the Air Force. Please quit dreaming of leaving home. I don't think I can handle it. How did my "social butterfly" grow into such a handsome, polite, intelligent, Jesus loving young man overnight? Don't stop dreaming, but please stop growing! Love, your desperate mom!