tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62622588322574355202024-03-14T07:52:16.918-07:00scbphotographythanks for visiting my blog! i hope you enjoy seeing my adventures in photography. if you need to contact me or would like more information, feel free to log onto my website at www.scbphotography.com.scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.comBlogger460125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-51310367611013103012013-01-17T12:33:00.001-08:002013-01-17T12:33:51.355-08:00moving on...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, it's time to move on and away from my .blogspot site. </div>
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I have been blogging now for almost 6 years but have been solely based out of Birmingham, Alabama, until now. I wanted a new "start" to my new life and am so excited about it. So, here's to new beginnings:</div>
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scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-28480936049597506832013-01-02T00:17:00.004-08:002013-01-02T00:17:51.272-08:002013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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2013. This is going to be a big year. I don't expect it to be perfect, but I am really looking forward to my wedding. New starts are beautiful reminders of just that - new starts. </div>
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I'm moving to the northern Virginia/DC area, and I am going to be announcing some exciting photography information soon. Stay tuned for more!</div>
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And for pictures of my cruise to Europe. And for ways you can get a photo session for FREE. And for a new blog/website that's on its way.</div>
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Because a blog post is better with pictures, I added what is my FAVORITE image from my engagement session with David. My friend Jessica Wright did a ridiculously good job, and the way this image above works with the film is beautifully flawless. </div>
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My own engagement session encouraged me to use lighting and trees differently than I usually do, and this was one of my favorites from an engagement session in San Francisco... LOVE!</div>
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<br />scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-39050283103271969992012-11-19T01:36:00.003-08:002012-11-19T01:36:43.484-08:00california: full circle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Years ago, I got a great opportunity to attend a photography conference. I called my Mom, and she immediately suggested we go together. We spent days in Orange County at a beautiful resort and drove to LA. Mom even rented a convertible, so we could have a better experience. I will forever look back on that trip as a beautiful time with my Mom.</div>
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I credit her for giving me the courage and desire to travel. Looking back on these last few years, I could never have imagined the experiences I would have. These are times full of fun and work and friends and lessons I could only learn away.</div>
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With only 3 weeks left here in California, I'm having a hard time thinking about leaving. It's bitter-sweet for sure. But, it's time to move on. Time to get married. Time for a new season of life. </div>
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Though I'm moving on, I'll never lose Mom in my memories. California just seems a little closer to Mom than others, and that makes it hard. I know she knows how I'm feeling, though, and I guarantee that she is watching every step of the wedding process. With great joy.</div>
scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-19946618722691064562012-11-13T23:13:00.002-08:002012-11-13T23:13:51.719-08:00picking up...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I picked up my camera tonight, and I am so glad I did. This is the sun-setting over San Francisco, the view from my condo, and a place I'm definitely going to miss.</div>
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Photography has taught me to find beauty wherever I am. Different locations, different shoots, differing lighting and weather - they can all be challenges, but I love the beauty that is all of it. </div>
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So, I'm going to make a better effort of picking up my camera and taking it different places. This might involve some free sessions, so stay tuned! </div>
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There are just those people. You know who they are. Faithful, hospitable, kind, sweet people.</div>
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I had the privilege of photographing their wedding four years ago. I can't believe it's been that long... When Andrea called me about flying to Houston to take pictures of their new addition, she said, "I just can't think of anyone else I'd rather have taking his picture." There couldn't be a better compliment.</div>
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Is he not precious? He's named after his paternal grandfather, and it's just a perfect name for this sweet little guy. :) I am lucky to know the entire family and look forward to watching him grow up.</div>
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Andrea, my friend, motherhood looks great on you. You were made for it. Your caring, humble, patient personality makes a killer mom! Robert is a lucky boy, and I think he already knows it. But, he'll know it more as he grows.</div>
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Best wishes, Michael and Andrea. And much, much love! Thanks for blessing me with the gift of my time there. I love you all dearly.</div>
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People have been asking "how did it happen?" So, I wanted to write out the proposal. It may be a little long-winded, but I wanted to remember the details, and the surprises that you'll find out about. :)</div>
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David’s best friend, Andy, got married in Williamsburg,
Virginia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The wedding was
beautiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was an elegant,
quaint, sweet ceremony in the bride's mother’s back yard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The morning after the wedding, we had planned to spend a few
days at Virginia Beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our little
“mini-vacation” together was definitely not what we had imagined, as it was 47
degrees, cold, and very windy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Needless to say, when David kept suggesting we go on a walk
along the beach, I questioned that idea, but it made sense when he said that he
wanted to find a bar to watch the football game (the Washington Redskins).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a really sweet walk, and we
talked about how perfect our whirlwind romance has been.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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We never found a good spot to watch the game, so we went
back to the restaurant at our hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We had a great appetizer and split a bottle of wine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember feeling very intrigued by
how quickly David was drinking the wine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Our time together is usually peaceful and enjoyable, but he seemed to be
rushing things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He again eased my
suspicions by just stating that he wanted to go back to the hotel room, where
he could hear the commentary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So,
I quickly finished my wine, and we left.</div>
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Looking back, I’m very impressed by how calm he was on the
walk back…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Until we got to our
floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I walked quickly and said,
“Hurry!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to go to the
bathroom.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told me to stop,
looked at his phone, and then mumbled something about a frustrating client.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He walked to the door and opened it.</div>
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I walked into a dark room, lit only with a walkway of candles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were everywhere!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Candles leading to a small table, which
held a bouquet of flowers and a ring box.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I froze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stood at the
doorway, dropped my purse, and just stood there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember taking off my shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t really know why I took off my shoes, but I did! I didn't know what else to do.</div>
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The only thing I could do was stand there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started tearing up, and he said, “You
might want to walk towards me.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The path of candles was beautiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As soon as I got to him, he got down on one knee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said, “Camille Beasley, will you
marry me?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Of course I was going
to answer “yes,” but I didn’t know what to do next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just stood there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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That’s when I heard a very loud squeal from my SISTER, who
jumped out from behind the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
screamed and jumped, David screamed and jumped, and then Jacob (my
brother-in-law) came out of the bathroom to reprimand my sister for not
letting me answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t
realize that I hadn’t officially answered, so I turned to David and said, “Of
course I will marry you!”</div>
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That’s when he put it on my finger: a beautiful, ascher-cut
diamond engagement ring, with small diamonds and vintage etching in the
band.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is literally perfect; I
could never have designed it better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>What’s more incredible is that I have always said that I wanted a family
ring, and it was David’s grandmother’s ring.</div>
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We four had a champagne toast, some snacks from room
service, and spent the next few hours visiting, calling family/friends, and
reliving the crazy surprise that had just taken place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>David and I met up with Candace and
Jacob later that night for a late dinner at the hotel restaurant – Catch
31.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was perfect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The wine, the atmosphere, the food, the
company, the emotions; it is a dinner that I will forever remember.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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And so it begins – the rest of our lives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I cannot wait to spend it with
him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His gentle spirit, sense of
humor, humility, kindness, and caring spirit are just a few of the things that
amaze me about this man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is
good man, and I am a lucky, lucky girl.</div>
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Wow. I don't even know how to put this into words, but I'm getting married! </div>
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His name is David. This weekend, he got down on one knee and asked me to be his forever. With candles all around, a bouquet of flowers, and a beautifully vintage engagement ring. It was perfect.</div>
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David and I met in Virginia when I was a travel nurse. Our first few months together definitely had their challenges, as I literally moved completely across the country from him. With the distance, though, has come a beautiful relationship and fostered some deep commitment from each of us. </div>
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There are plenty of things that I truly appreciate about David, but I just can't look past how calm I feel around him. I have this overwhelming sense of peace whenever we are together. It's truly like nothing else in the world matters; I am completely able to just "be" and to be loved in that way. </div>
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I often find myself thinking about my Mom. I think about the woman she was and the woman that she would encourage me to be. She would love David, love to hear the story of our engagement, and be so ecstatic to talk through wedding plans. It's almost toxic to imagine this process without her...</div>
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But, as I think about Mom, I appreciate how she taught me to enjoy life. I hate the times that David and I are apart, yet I covet how our relationship is fostered because of it. I truly have learned to "be" and to enjoy each moment I am with him, and I know I learned that from her.</div>
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The calm kindness with which she lived life is exactly how I want to be. I can only hope that I can be the wife to David that she was to my Dad. </div>
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(more to come... including the "whole story" and more about China!)</div>
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I have the greatest brides. I really do!!! This lovely lady e-mailed me about shooting her wedding right before I was heading to China. It worked out so well, I invited the fabulous <a href="http://www.jevoisphotography.com/blog/" target="_blank">Hillary Gamble</a> to shoot with me, and it was a lovely, lovely day.</div>
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Hillary and I both deemed this "First Look" as one of the sweetest in the history of them. It was so, so precious.</div>
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Altadena Valley Presbyterian Church is ALWAYS a beautiful venue, and the overcast skies were really incredible!</div>
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I love photos like this. Hands with 3 generations of rings. I hope this image is cherished FOREVER.</div>
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The greatest, greatest smile of all time always comes right before the bride walks down the aisle - I LOVE IT!</div>
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I had so many surprising moments of worship in China. We had team devotionals and a prayer time, but it was more than that to me. I worshipped mainly when I was photographing kids and their interactions with our team-mates. </div>
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The building where we stayed has huge, beautiful windows that let in a lot of natural sunlight. For a photographer, it's a dream location. I felt like every picture was perfect - was exactly how it felt - and photographed so easily because of the setting. </div>
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What a blessing to be able to capture those moments. And to feel joy in doing so. It was really incredible.</div>
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**DISCLAIMER: I realize it's a little ironic that I am posting about photography with no pictures. While I do plan to edit this post with a few "non-kid" photos, I have decided to not post pictures of the children on my blog. If you are interested in seeing either a slideshow or a gallery of images, I can privately send you a link. E-mail me!**</div>
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It allowed me to do things like TALK to people. Journal my thoughts/events of the day. Listen to music. Or best of all - just BE - in silence. Without the temptation of facebook, e-mails, instagram, and text messages, I could use my time for other things. And, I'm so glad that I did. What's even more amazing is that nothing exploded. My clients waited for me to get back. The online bills can be paid now. The e-mails went nowhere except to my inbox, and they are still there. </div>
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Many children in China have my heart. I'm not sure that I'll ever get it back. One sweet little boy has many medical problems, but when I walked in the room, he nothing but smiled and giggled. My moments in his room were full of joy and of worship and of love; those sweet, pure moments are times I will never forget!</div>
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I realize that a lot of you guys may not know what <a href="http://www.showhope.org/AboutUs/WhoWeAre.aspx" target="_blank">Show Hope</a> is or is really about. It's a "movement to care for orphans." Their main ministry right now is two-folded. They give grants to families who are adopting internationally. They also work to care for special needs orphans in China. There are four centers in areas of China who take on children who would have just been left to die.</div>
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For whatever their conditions were, often the children were left in a small room to die. Orphanages didn't know what to do with children with Down's Syndrome, cerebral palsy, cleft lip/palate, bad malnutrition, brain syndromes, spine abifida, etc. The founders of this organization asked if they could have a room to start caring for these children, and it has now grown to these special care centers.</div>
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I did not know what to expect, but I could not have had a better experience there. I worked with an incredible group of people on my team who encouraged me the entire time. I'm actually going to be blogging about my experiences there over the next few weeks, so if you're interested, check back! </div>
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I did blog once for Show Hope while I was over there, so if you're interested, <a href="http://blog.showhope.org/2012/09/04/as-one-who-serves/" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a>.</div>
scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-14048261692713605542012-08-09T02:33:00.000-07:002012-08-09T02:33:18.769-07:00Remembering Mom #5It's really incredible how much I miss my Mom. I think about my counselor Gordon a lot, when he says that sorrow and joy are emotions that should exist simultaneously. I'm so glad he told me that because it makes me feel "normal." The reason I miss Mom so much is because she brought such joy to my life. That brings me sorrow. Those emotions have to co-exist, or I couldn't make it through.<br />
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I often try to call my Mom. I know that my siblings do, too. She would love to hear about what's going on in all our our lives. She would love to meet my boyfriend. She would love to see Mason (my nephew), naked and attempting to clean the bathroom. She would love to help Riley (my niece) put on her fake nails. :) It's just wrong that I can't share that with her.<br />
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The only way that I can fathom moving on is to enjoy the life that she led. What I feel like honors her is to strive to be the woman she was. There wasn't a selfish bone in her body, and everyone around her felt loved. Oh, how I long to be that person. I long to be like her.<br />
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Oh, my Mom would've LOVED to have seen this pictures. I've over and over again gone through the pictures, finding new ones that I love more than the last. I can't get past this one, though. It's just so perfect... so sweet, so simple. Ugh, I love it!</div>
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Many, many, many thanks (again) to my friend <a href="http://www.jessicawrightphotography.com/" target="_blank">Jessica</a> for shooting with me. This image is hers, and I'm forever grateful that she captured it!!</div>
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The last few days I've had this overwhelming amount of gratitude in thinking about my Mom. It's really incredible all the things that you realize you should've been thankful for... the hours she spent doing laundry, the hundreds of pieces of fruit she cut up and peeled for us to eat, the sacrifices she made to save for us to go on vacation - she really was extraordinary.</div>
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If she were here, I promise she'd cry at the picture above. And the slideshow I put together of Bridgette and Chad:</div>
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Tera. She's just a doll. She and I go back to 6th grade, and she hasn't changed a bit - that's what I love about her. I was more than honored to capture her big day. The picture above shows a pendant that she carried in memory of her grandmother, which I just thought was so, so special.</div>
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Yes, Tera is one of those girls... beautiful, tall, slender, gorgeous!!! She really is, though, as beautiful inside as she is on the outside. She's kind and easy-going and thoughtful and friendly - she was a gracious hostess as a bride.</div>
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This cowboy sure does clean up well. :) And, they're just full of love for each other. The ceremony and reception were just PERFECT.</div>
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Many congrats to you both, Bobby and Tera. Thanks for the honor of being there!</div>
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And, many, many, many, many thanks to my friend <a href="http://www.jessicawrightphotography.com/" target="_blank">Jessica Wright</a> for joining me to capture this day. </div>
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I've walked through many emotions over this last year, and I know I'll continue to do that. Today I am just sad. Sad that I can't tell her about San Francisco. Sad that I'm planning a family beach trip without my "family." Sad that she won't know her children's spouses or her future grandchildren. It just often doesn't seem fair.</div>
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More than ever, I'm aware of the fact that this world is not our home. And, I long to be home... There isn't a place right now that feels like a home to me, and I want that haven. I hope that the longing I feel draws me closer to Jesus. </div>scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-88897465567961651752012-05-27T21:38:00.004-07:002012-05-27T21:38:49.545-07:00BFF<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My 7 year-old niece and I were talking today about BFF's - you know "Best Friends Forever." We were discussing if family members can be your BFF, or if that's just for "friends." I don't remember the outcome of the conversation, but I think I'm pretty sure I know who my BFF is. You're looking at her. </div>
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The words that I would use to describe Bridgette would be the following: fun, faithful, friendly, humble, content, gracious, beautiful. </div>
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Fun: I met Bridgette at a summer camp. Many of our memories together are based on the times we had together on those hot, humid afternoons.</div>
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Faithful: When my Mom called to tell me that she had brain cancer, I picked up the phone and told Bridgette she had to come be with me. 15 minutes later, I was weeping in her arms... smelling the Panera she brought me, of course. :)</div>
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Friendly: Everyone likes Bridgette. Enough said.</div>
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Humble: Bridgette has worked so hard for everything in her life and is so deserving of it all. She ALWAYS puts other people in front of her own self/desires.</div>
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Content: Bridgette takes NOTHING for granted. NOTHING. She appreciates life for what it is - life that she is able to live. She is seriously as happy with little as she would be with much.</div>
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Graciously Beautiful: I combined the last two adjectives because I don't know that I need to explain her further. Especially if you know her, you know what I mean!</div>
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She'll always hold a special place in my heart because she was so close to my sweet Momma. They share the same name, and I know why. One certain people have that name. Momma loved Bridgette because she, 15 years ago, saw the character in her that I see now that I am older. One day I hope to have a daughter named "Bridgett," which is the spelling between my Momma "Bridget" and my sweet friend "Bridgette." </div>
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In exactly 3 weeks, I'll be watching Bridgette drive away with her new husband, and I'll be crying. Tears of PURE JOY - I'm so grateful for this man - who cares so deeply for my friend. I'm so grateful for the union that I'll get to experience. It's truly something that we have desired for a long, long time.</div>
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I know that he'll make her smile forever...</div>
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Chad, I'm so happy that you're marrying my best friend. I'm excited to share this journey called life with my new "brother-in-law." </div>scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-26507207398850065012012-05-26T20:51:00.000-07:002012-05-26T20:51:20.777-07:00one lucky girl!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since I've been "away" a good bit and travel nursing mostly, I haven't been photographing as much as I used to. The "break" has been good for me - I was so excited about all the shoots I was able to do this week while I was home. </div>
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The couple above is Adam and <a href="http://www.jessicawrightphotography.com/" target="_blank">Jessica Wright</a>. On the "outside" they're the mega couple of incredible photographer and talented musician (with Act of Congress). But, take a stroll into their home, and they are just Adam and Jessica -- a couple who lovingly walk life together with their spouse. I was so grateful that they appeased me and allowed me to do a little "at home" session with them. </div>
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Earlier in the week, though, I got to steal Jessica away to shoot a wedding with me. My long-time friend married her high-school sweetheart, and it was a sweet wedding. I loved being apart of it. Doesn't she look like Cinderella? </div>
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I can't even begin to express how grateful I am for the image above. My friend, <a href="http://www.jessicawrightphotography.com/" target="_blank">Jessica Wright</a>, was taking pictures of our family when my grandparents came by. She suggested that we get a few of them with the kids, and now it will be the last picture taken with my sweet Grandaddy.</div>
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He's had a quick, hard battle with some medical problems and is presently home on hospice, about to go see Jesus. We got to spend some sweet time as a family together yesterday, and I was able to tell him that he was the greatest Grandaddy I could ever imagine. Dad was able to tell him how proud he was to be his son, and I got to see him respond to his wife's voice over and over again. </div>
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I don't understand this life sometimes. I don't understand why people I love leave my side. I don't understand why suffering and grief seem, at times, to be winning. All I know to do is to cling to the promise that, while I'm weary/battered/bruised, "my Jesus makes all things new." (lyrics from Andrew Peterson)</div>
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"For troubles without number surround me, and my heart fails within me. I am poor and needy, but the Lord takes thought for me. You are my help and my deliverer, O Lord, do not delay. Come quickly."</div>scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-59109770162660732382012-04-19T18:49:00.004-07:002012-04-19T19:00:08.277-07:00Remembering Mom #4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lSQiNxjZfkvub47IsRcRVE9GDpVpNjAWooK0GWn77NH18AHHDARq9XSDnHOEPbxg21MD7QZIb3XPuRs5xpdnOiGeyrO_HYrtW6o4Ny4_J3om0z-g_s9if5NtdOao0G_Y8WJO7CKArBgk/s1600/mason-1-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lSQiNxjZfkvub47IsRcRVE9GDpVpNjAWooK0GWn77NH18AHHDARq9XSDnHOEPbxg21MD7QZIb3XPuRs5xpdnOiGeyrO_HYrtW6o4Ny4_J3om0z-g_s9if5NtdOao0G_Y8WJO7CKArBgk/s800/mason-1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733294318140614658" /></a><br />I VIVIDLY remember a shoot I did in the SAME location as the image above. My sister had taken Mason to visit Mom one morning, and I happened to be over there. She was playing with him in the yard, and I took the opportunity to take some images of the two of them - just playing... I went back and looked at the blog post I did from that little session and loved what I saw. <br /><a href="http://www.scbphotography.blogspot.com/2010/09/live-simply-learned-from-my-mother.html">(If you want a refresher, click HERE.)</a><br />It was hard to be back home without her. Going home just doesn't feel the same. As one of my friends says, it's like all the color has been stripped from Birmingham. Now, don't get me wrong... I have some GREAT friends and family members in the city, but it's just not the same. Not at all.<br />The first time I flew home after Mom passed away was so anti-climatic. I'd never flown into Birmingham without my Mom coming to get me. I went to Enterprise to rent a car and just started bawling crying. I felt bad for the poor salesman because he had not a clue what was going on with me. :) It's like a story Mom would tell. Ha!<br />It's getting easier to go home, but I still don't like it. I still want her to pick me up - and to want to take me to eat some of my favorite foods - and to cook me dinner - and to play with the kids in the yard. Until then, I want to enjoy them as she would... which means slowing down, living simply, playing outside, and taking my camera with me:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQX7pOXdJEuUzH0y3QNaBUlHlhImliVfoxudl4wPpIdq37OegHJKTskKtubSrdpth6_ak2HFWkCJy0iqgpC3NX9bP2lH0b6v_yMRvK3LUgYzK5N9LPu6PBViWzsX3Ll0IcTfmAXtee3Kf/s1600/mason-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQX7pOXdJEuUzH0y3QNaBUlHlhImliVfoxudl4wPpIdq37OegHJKTskKtubSrdpth6_ak2HFWkCJy0iqgpC3NX9bP2lH0b6v_yMRvK3LUgYzK5N9LPu6PBViWzsX3Ll0IcTfmAXtee3Kf/s800/mason-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733296612596758930" /></a>scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-89855736306840149292012-04-13T14:00:00.006-07:002012-04-13T14:13:18.064-07:00Remembering Mom #3You all know how much I love pictures. I have such a new-found love for images of my Mom, of my family, of the ones I love. <br /><br />In case you didn't know, I have a great opportunity to go on a mission trip to China. What's (almost) more exciting than my trip is that I have photographers and videographers partnering with me in raising support.<br /><br />One such person is my friend, <a href="http://www.amandapair.com/">Amanda Pair</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJ1uK-iRnitxKDH4olV7U2h26vKPA4YR2t-fmpK0fU5i_13anGXwkpLzgpPFnHabe0SrBnmATxXW_X3695UWI0qD9vATNRjegA46uBPAKWRZ2toTyQVG1cuh7VfUXeoWBkdWIBOrgnA4p/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-04-13+at+4.00.16+PM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFJ1uK-iRnitxKDH4olV7U2h26vKPA4YR2t-fmpK0fU5i_13anGXwkpLzgpPFnHabe0SrBnmATxXW_X3695UWI0qD9vATNRjegA46uBPAKWRZ2toTyQVG1cuh7VfUXeoWBkdWIBOrgnA4p/s800/Screen+shot+2012-04-13+at+4.00.16+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730993762046141602" /></a><br /><br />She has teamed up with some of our other friends for a MEGA exciting give-away. <a href="http://www.hamptonroadstudios.com">Matt and Ashley of Hampton Road Studios</a> are the master-minds behind "A Day in the Life" videos, and I couldn't be more grateful for their offering. What am I talking about? <br /><br /><a href="http://www.amandapair.com/2012/04/day-in-the-life-announcement/">CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT MORE!!!</a> <br /><br />If you THINK this is something you want to do, act fast!!! Remember, though, that I still have other photo session opportunities available. Not to make this emotional or anything, but what I wouldn't give to have some images of me and my Mom like these:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp41GkBwk4cXno0hx_LkORNVAMAh9wzLLktVn_BOiFw6ZQqAeYPYyEGquEy4VdH-VvhQLOIaMMTExhp0GTDz2cnJYOgU38QcfYsjaddwisRTJiZoTX9Jp97fhzU-bEa4pKf2tGn4GMxxxb/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-04-13+at+4.06.22+PM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp41GkBwk4cXno0hx_LkORNVAMAh9wzLLktVn_BOiFw6ZQqAeYPYyEGquEy4VdH-VvhQLOIaMMTExhp0GTDz2cnJYOgU38QcfYsjaddwisRTJiZoTX9Jp97fhzU-bEa4pKf2tGn4GMxxxb/s800/Screen+shot+2012-04-13+at+4.06.22+PM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730994779518352690" /></a><br /><br />Contact me for more information!scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-6299891286775101392012-04-11T07:56:00.003-07:002012-04-11T08:04:44.168-07:00Remembering Mom #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQNKh-7HUKdCAqvQlYjuXoCXaqMd8dmm0wBiBtUD_BUQzq20SvV7ae0tUxAGcREDnRZQUA3VVj4dAMPt7fZKkytzsy2ni6KFHQpUNBBT8e1aaSTxAM1_0ke3Us_Reh4bn0Br3hdnQuPKI/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-04-11+at+9.54.47+AM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQNKh-7HUKdCAqvQlYjuXoCXaqMd8dmm0wBiBtUD_BUQzq20SvV7ae0tUxAGcREDnRZQUA3VVj4dAMPt7fZKkytzsy2ni6KFHQpUNBBT8e1aaSTxAM1_0ke3Us_Reh4bn0Br3hdnQuPKI/s0/Screen+shot+2012-04-11+at+9.54.47+AM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730157259078895474" /></a><br />I really love this picture. My good friend, Jessica, took some photos for me a few years ago, and Mom IMMEDIATELY wanted one to frame. It's probably the only "solo" picture of me that Mom had framed since I was 5 years old. <br /><br />When I look at pictures, though, I can't help but see if I can imagine myself without hair. This might be a weird thought to you, but it was the topic of conversation many times in the Beasley home...<br /><br />Mom lost her hair over and over again during her long battle with cancer. She never seemed to care and really never wore a wig because she felt like it was uncomfortable. I loved the confidence that she had, even without hair. And, I love the way that Dad always adored Mom - hair or no hair. <br /><br />My sister Candace and I were sitting around, talking with Mom about a year ago, and she said, "Camille, I so hope you never lose your hair. You're going to look just horrible." She went on to explain that the shape of my head has always been too square and that, if I were to lose my hair, I'd look really odd.<br /><br />I love Mom's humor. I love that Mom's humor didn't end - not when she was at the end of her life, not when she was talking about serious, sad topics. I think that I got a lot of my Mom's humor, and I'm so glad that I did!!!scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-59559648567318426552012-04-10T17:29:00.006-07:002012-04-10T17:54:26.626-07:00Remembering Mom #1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGIzAQRajK99HjtCEf1LkW5Y1aEjnOtzCmXtCMAHZwWb-1rAUzkxwmNwMH5nJcjR6SmFvOvU2QaauaLki3BT60g4VdG12Bz0R6LYtJMrdrouvTuGCqHil9qGZywEIfkzaktCWbrA0WGBw/s1600/102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGIzAQRajK99HjtCEf1LkW5Y1aEjnOtzCmXtCMAHZwWb-1rAUzkxwmNwMH5nJcjR6SmFvOvU2QaauaLki3BT60g4VdG12Bz0R6LYtJMrdrouvTuGCqHil9qGZywEIfkzaktCWbrA0WGBw/s800/102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729940038217038530" /></a><br />I've been wanting to write for a long time, and I think now is the time...<div><br /></div><div>For those of you who aren't too familiar with where I am in life, my sweet Mommy went to be with Jesus last June. I'm in the middle of a lot of milestones, so my mind is often on her. March 20th would've been her 30th wedding anniversary with my Dad, and March 26th would've been her 54th birthday. Between those times and the impending anniversary of her death, I am often reminded of so many beautiful memories I have of her. </div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the day she found out that the cancer had gone to her brain. It was March 23rd - smack dab between her anniversary and her birthday. The worst part about the day is that I knew that it was coming. We'd been through so many deadlines and prognoses that I was prepared for bad news at every corner. BUT, she had been doing well. She looked healthy, felt good, took constant care of her grandkids, and was loving the spring season.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, it came. Her face became numb. I knew the moment she told me that symptom it meant brain cancer. I prayed, cried, thought, cried some more, and tried to remain strong - until I got the phone call. It was literally the phone call that changed my life forever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mom said, "This is the end of my life. I have brain cancer."</div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn't do anything except drop to the floor. I couldn't move. I tried to stay strong and talk to her about the treatment she was going to go through... But, I couldn't. I just wept, told Mom that I loved her, and said that I would talk with her soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I cried for what seemed like hours, my head pounding fiercely. I called my friend, who'd lost a parent to brain cancer, and asked her to come over. I remember that visit vividly, yet I know that I was in another world -- a world that would continue with the worst sleepless days and nights, doctor's office visits and hospital admissions, quiet times at home and sweet times with our family. </div><div><br /></div><div>When my dear friends had left, I went outside. It was raining, and I sat on my porch with a glass of wine and my journal. Here's a little peak into some of my thoughts that night:</div><div><br /></div><div>"I wish I could transfer the cancer to me because Mom loves life so well. I wish that she could give it to me and live. I will never know why things like this happen, I don't think. Maybe it is that I do not have enough faith. Strong enough faith. Big enough faith. But I would like to meet the person who has faith big enough to accept this. The darkness in this world seems too dark. Too much. I want to see the light. I know it is there, but I can't find it sometimes. So, I'll just take one step at a time and trust that the mercies that have been promised to me for 24 years will be new each morning for the rest of my life. And Mom's life, too."</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes it's so hard to go through the memories, through my journal, through my pictures, but I love it. I love the memories I have, as miserable as they may be, because they are the signs of the huge love my Mom had for me. And I for her. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for reading. I'm going to attach a picture with each entry I do because I love pictures. And cherish them now more than I ever have before.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-62697215382455372612012-02-26T12:44:00.002-08:002012-02-26T12:50:57.944-08:00San Francisco!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1zA0kqGlpqaXcxkZnhWepkt3_eZs4ewxpNpONamw9Sr0Y9hi8bF4gpKv3idD5lLr6H2HuNuDC3OPdXnMW76RtMNSOT-wMKyaJWMwbzAU0NDD5RuxSc0-zZazPqGRQwv81JAUfOBgb5EN/s1600/nicole-travel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1zA0kqGlpqaXcxkZnhWepkt3_eZs4ewxpNpONamw9Sr0Y9hi8bF4gpKv3idD5lLr6H2HuNuDC3OPdXnMW76RtMNSOT-wMKyaJWMwbzAU0NDD5RuxSc0-zZazPqGRQwv81JAUfOBgb5EN/s800/nicole-travel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713548362999878626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The above picture is the studio where we're leaving right now. It's not too big, but I am LOVING the bay windows and the view that I see on a regular basis. Here's my side of the bed and my desk. I think it's pretty calming, and I've enjoyed resting, reading, and writing since I've been here...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNNw_Jv3xHj7_s7mx81cS-sQYdi7WbVn1QskwaN_YmClc8nFfSbf0AkXZbAHg0qWz4l-teK0DpKye3o1huyFG2_xHQkiwWN6eqPFsTqQwwUP_kg_mz-HqI22F-HCHDDLT9r7ya-AEADDg/s1600/nicole-travel-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNNw_Jv3xHj7_s7mx81cS-sQYdi7WbVn1QskwaN_YmClc8nFfSbf0AkXZbAHg0qWz4l-teK0DpKye3o1huyFG2_xHQkiwWN6eqPFsTqQwwUP_kg_mz-HqI22F-HCHDDLT9r7ya-AEADDg/s800/nicole-travel-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713548351304894578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I woke up Friday morning and immediately grabbed my camera. I'm not usually awake early in the morning, but I saw this view and was just stunned. I could get used to this view.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19jj7jD1qzuZUBzy9aC728WT10IqNawROMYKFIl1AcMGf9bbkPAGLFDcHRWcHovyPearxkltJTAtw_ITTgHgiC-a0CIEXs6c2_yxPMWFrvPxHJH18-pYmUX7E9v8d0qNHTwdZaSnHqAgk/s1600/nicole-travel-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19jj7jD1qzuZUBzy9aC728WT10IqNawROMYKFIl1AcMGf9bbkPAGLFDcHRWcHovyPearxkltJTAtw_ITTgHgiC-a0CIEXs6c2_yxPMWFrvPxHJH18-pYmUX7E9v8d0qNHTwdZaSnHqAgk/s800/nicole-travel-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713548345998165394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday we went touring around San Francisco. It was absolutely beautiful, and I cannot wait to actually go to Alcatraz and tour the site.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDMaI0X6MPBSqWkSp6QPZ8fDgG7dWGiFmpNJIK66vlrDH53onvGWBdYbDJOYd27ntveUjOVzV9RCuXGjTTp0SDdDeaXn1yiDcQSW2gxTmy-M7iu2kGp3Pe6mvmeyYwYCc9zfNCubXx_B7/s1600/nicole-travel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDMaI0X6MPBSqWkSp6QPZ8fDgG7dWGiFmpNJIK66vlrDH53onvGWBdYbDJOYd27ntveUjOVzV9RCuXGjTTp0SDdDeaXn1yiDcQSW2gxTmy-M7iu2kGp3Pe6mvmeyYwYCc9zfNCubXx_B7/s800/nicole-travel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713548339041307618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOk2oEq05IUumPfMih4g1Znpuyl-O6Bav7zIRv6aagnwRTEkFUYAn7OIMnMv03eFsmqsy8Aw8RhjrmH9WxyZrikIXQiC37qSMqYivk8gri10Vn6ezJJLNS-TawsSSELDMVD8Z8bCAsbRV/s1600/nicole-travel-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOk2oEq05IUumPfMih4g1Znpuyl-O6Bav7zIRv6aagnwRTEkFUYAn7OIMnMv03eFsmqsy8Aw8RhjrmH9WxyZrikIXQiC37qSMqYivk8gri10Vn6ezJJLNS-TawsSSELDMVD8Z8bCAsbRV/s800/nicole-travel-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713548337482690130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's to many more days of touring and travel here in San Francisco!</div>scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-39839110112499719852012-02-21T19:04:00.002-08:002012-02-21T19:28:49.014-08:00and, we're here!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAtq2-MsSZoDNb6eiJZD5yYAe88x_hFgEvIhe3FdFyumEN5B0u6exLOCmkePBR4DTUqmgeBa-iWrcVrZoDBtVDbRKVIbRdRUm3n3VbePM5V6nrtPyAIEINMhalEBTqMzsu7ehOuxxSgKf/s1600/album-0001-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAtq2-MsSZoDNb6eiJZD5yYAe88x_hFgEvIhe3FdFyumEN5B0u6exLOCmkePBR4DTUqmgeBa-iWrcVrZoDBtVDbRKVIbRdRUm3n3VbePM5V6nrtPyAIEINMhalEBTqMzsu7ehOuxxSgKf/s800/album-0001-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711790948056084994" /></a><br /><br />So, San Francisco, California, it is... Things have been good so far. We are WORLDS apart from where we were last - Fredericksburg, Virginia, and I must admit that some of it has been a bit "concerning." We've got A LOT to learn about living smack dab in the middle of a big city, but I'm pretty excited about it.<br /><br />I love being reminded of the quote that Mom "left me" through my friend, Bridgette:<br /><br />TRY TO TAKE EACH DAY AS IT COMES AND LOOK THROUGH THE EYES OF A WISE WOMAN. THE BIBLE SAYS SHE LAUGHS AT THE FUTURE BECAUSE SHE KNOWS IN WHOM SHE BELIEVES AND KNOWS THAT HE IS ABLE TO HANDLE ALL THINGS.<br /><br />That is my calm - the idea that I can laugh at my future, for God has a beautiful plan for my future. Will that plan include Fredericksburg, Virginia? San Francisco, California? Birmingham, Alabama? Will it include travel nursing for a long time? Settling down and having a family of my own? Going to grad school? I'm grateful that I can rest in that beautiful plan... I'm excited about what will happen. <br /><br />More from here soon. Thanks for reading!scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262258832257435520.post-31772708116696141572012-02-16T19:37:00.002-08:002012-02-16T19:45:11.428-08:00Delight<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtLzvIO8phjKe2yTT-glP_NNG0ZZZBXe5Db6ZzLmZzLqyqUYMb6Wb2OT6TpjiAEoeLvYg0yu7-2h_4LB8S-aCeUgG4Su7t4Ici9t-SlO9oU_6ub1H5fYm4C4Zh6HeYplLEmHpQZ5uJrTB_/s1600/album-0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtLzvIO8phjKe2yTT-glP_NNG0ZZZBXe5Db6ZzLmZzLqyqUYMb6Wb2OT6TpjiAEoeLvYg0yu7-2h_4LB8S-aCeUgG4Su7t4Ici9t-SlO9oU_6ub1H5fYm4C4Zh6HeYplLEmHpQZ5uJrTB_/s800/album-0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709943979606294770" /></a><br />Sometimes I just wish I could talk to my mom again. There are simple, everyday things that I just really miss about talking to her. For example, my hair has been rather greasy lately, and I'm certain that she'd have something that I could do to fix it. In fact, she'd probably bring it over to me right after I called her about it!<br />I think a lot about how much she delighted in daily life, and it makes me want to do the same. She would've LOVED playing with Mason and Riley. Mason, as you can see from above, is in the sweetest little stage of his life. He'd LOVE playing with his "Nanny."<br />We had some family pictures taken after Mom passed away, and I cherish them like none other. I think it's a true testament to who she was to each one of us... as a wife, mother, and grandmother. She taught us so much, and I'm proud of who I am. A lot of who I am is because of her, and "so much of me is made of what I learned from (her)." <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnH9nrXb_GDaPCVZDTyNCvzEQijyGT7Uz9BpoBLw2o-LVl0HRDl2qgSP6TJxiRQBRulVb0NwVtE8EXoUu_Ezyy83BEacIB7UeycTBm6-7aVgIr5DXmRsk2ltzTuZZ5Vl5yYZ6v-R54Yegw/s1600/album-0001-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnH9nrXb_GDaPCVZDTyNCvzEQijyGT7Uz9BpoBLw2o-LVl0HRDl2qgSP6TJxiRQBRulVb0NwVtE8EXoUu_Ezyy83BEacIB7UeycTBm6-7aVgIr5DXmRsk2ltzTuZZ5Vl5yYZ6v-R54Yegw/s800/album-0001-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709943972153936210" /></a>scbphotographyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144530601967454934noreply@blogger.com1