Daughter of the Most High King
Wife of Greg, Lewisville Firefighter
Mom of Gracie (8) & Wes (5)
Photographer
Volunteer
Art-lover
Reader
Church-goer
Friend, sister, & daughter
Because my own family is so important to me, I decided to create a home business and am blessed to be able to combine the priority of my family with my passion for photography. Thank you for stopping by and come back often! I would love the opportunity to photograph you and your family!
Mom: "Why don't you leave your tooth in your envelope to put under your pillow." Gracie: "No! Then I would hear you!"
Bubba The Music Man
"The Rangers are going to the World Serious!"
You know you're a mom when . . .
. . . you hear yourself saying, "And that's why we don't tie ourselves to other people!"
. . . the thought of life without kids or before kids is impossible to imagine. You truly can't remember what you did with all those hours before children! . . . your talking on the phone apparently sends out a signal to all your children to come directly to you and start asking you questions, telling you stories, or better-yet, the tattle-telling commences between them. . . . you find yourself repeating yourself constantly. . . repeating yourself constantly. . . . your kids are begging you to go home from looking at Christmas lights. . . . you figure out why your parents had the rule "no singing at the table." . . . you have to answer questions like "What does 'last week' mean?" and "Why did God make ants?" . . . you get the priviledge of seeing the inside of every restroom of every place you ever go; actually a great way to get ideas for bathroom renovations! . . . you rarely are in the bathroom alone. . . . your accountability partners are ages 3 and 5. . . . you find yourself going to the grocery store with a fairy and Spiderman. . . . forgiveness is practiced on a daily basis, especially for you. . . . you have to throw a birthday party for your dog - cake, hats, and gifts included. . . . you have to add "take a shower" to your to-do list. . . . you're the last one to eat; and you usually do it alone. . . . you're loading the kids into the car at the store at the exact same time the people in the car next to you need in their car-every time.