Guess what I got to do on Christmas Day?
My favorite thing in the whole, wide world: an engagement session. Even better? It was for my brother and my soon-to-be sister-in-law!
It was a short one due to the lighting and the December chill and the busy day, but it was so much fun. :)
It was crisp and sunny and the whole world sparkled. I took my sister and brother riding and I gave my horse a head massage. The mountain stood stark, white, somber against the sky. Beautiful.
Twenty fourteen. It was good. I didn’t really make any resolutions, yet I made memories. I accomplished important things.
I got married. I wrote a book (the first draft anyway). I read the Bible in 180 days. I photographed a wedding, an engagement, four seniors, and a maternity. I got my resting heart rate down to 56. I taught myself Photoshop (well, a small percentage of the many things it can do). I took a business and marketing class. I got two kittens.
I spent it with Jesus, in awe.
For 2015, I hope there will be just as much life and light and joy. I hope there will be new goals met in my photography business, my writing, my health. I look forward to following Jesus next to my husband into our second year of marriage. It will be good.
Happy new year. :)
eating:
Tillamook vanilla bean Greek yogurt with oats and honey granola. The main reason I even eat breakfast.
loving:
my husband… duh.
my kitties.
reading:
Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki.
listening to:
Mannheim Steamroller Christmas music.
watching:
Forever and Once Upon a Time.
exercising:
to Jillian’s No More Trouble Zones and Banish Fat Boost Metabolism. Deathly, but they feel so good!
following:
this amazing landscape photographer from my home county.
making:
new friends. :)
waiting:
to visit my Pennsylvania family in January!
missing:
my horse.
working on:
a theological study on abiding in Jesus.
yet another ballet curriculum and recital routine.
marketing my photography.
thankful:
for grace upon grace.
praying:
for the peace and joy of the Lord.
I’m on the tail end of a really nasty sickness as December is ushered in with glorious sunshine and twenty degree nights. Here are two pictures from my Thanksgiving weekend—the first, taken as Sam and I drove away from my beautiful Klickitat Valley on our way home from the holiday feasting with my family; the second, God’s glory painted on the skies over the farm a day earlier. I stand in awe, I see myself as I am and I repent in dust and ashes. I’m thankful for the grace of God.
