I love the brisker morning air, the sign of falling leaves and the fields of sunflowers that bloom carelessly in clusters. They've always been an invigorating sight of change for me, but currently they also serve as a bittersweet reminder that this time last year, I lost our baby.
Some of you may know that I miscarried last August, but many of you may not know that I am pregnant again. (I’m 26 weeks pregnant in fact!) We’re having a girl. She is strong, she is healthy, and everyday I say a little prayer that Heavenly Father will let us keep her. If you know me, you know I am not a negative or despairing person. So why am I overshadowing a happy announcement with the unfortunate and irreversible past of my previous miscarriage? And why has it taken me over 6 months to announce on social media that we are pregnant again? I haven't formed a concrete explanation yet, but I do know this. Miscarriage has changed me… especially since becoming pregnant again. I see and I feel things differently than I did with my first pregnancy and in my attempt to understand and explain those thoughts and feelings, I revert to what I always do when I need further clarity and comfort. I write, I take photos, I create…

After talking about our miscarriage last year, (you can see below or the original post here) I was surprised and pretty humbled by the amount of people who messaged me. They told me how they had been there and how grateful they were for my words. Some even said they wished they had felt like they could talk about it when they were going through it...

Fall hung on just long enough for us to snag this late November session. What an awesome family! Laughter, playing, photo bombing and good ole group hugs galore! I feel really blessed and continually honored that such rad families ask me to document their little tribes!