Joanna and her Harp

As we tackled Kanaka Creek Park family photos on a bitterly cold November afternoon, the sunshine and familial love kept us warm. The siblings are friends, the cousins are friends, the parents are friends. This is what family should be: friends. With so much cold (and apparently boundless energy!) we kept warm and stayed invigorated…

She twirled between the trees, pushing aside the green with her extravagant colors.; a pop of happy in an already vibrant forest. She didn’t stand too far from the rush of the highway, but the timbers stood guard against the pressures of an ugly and clashing world.    Moments like hers don’t require a soundtrack, but she…

Each step had to be careful, deliberate.  Slow movement was the only movement.  By all appearances, the river had been covering our pathway not too long before we’d arrived and our shoes held the mud to prove it. Step. Ssssssluhzs. Step.  Ssssssluhzs.  The mud-meet-shoe made a sucking/slurping/popping/mucous-blowing sound. Step. Ssssssluhzs. Step. Ssssssluhzs. But the mud…

The rain, the threatening thunderstorms, and the humidity tried to put a damper on our day – literally and figuratively – but it couldn’t. Oh…no….never.  Not when its time to celebrate such a beautiful, pivotal, exciting season. And especially not when Todd and Marcela are counting down the days until they can meet their Jacob….