I don’t really know the exact moment I fell in love with photography. It’s just one of those things that I’ve always been around. My parent’s home is filled to the brim with printed photographs from my childhood. They’re hanging in frames on the wall, stuffing overflowing albums, and resting on every single shelf in their house. I can’t recall a moment of my childhood where there wasn’t at least one camera present. I remember not always loving being in front of the camera, but boy do I absolutely love looking at all of those images now. I love seeing my life chronicled out and feeling it in my hands. I love that I can show my boys and my husband what my life was like. I have proof that shows I’ve always loved jumping in the mud and catching green anole lizards just to make them hang off my earlobes like earrings. While I was home for 2018 Christmas in Louisiana, my mom came across an old paper of mine from middle school. The topic was a common question adults ask kids; “what do you want to be when you grow up?”. What was my answer? Well, apparently, even in middle school I wanted to be a photographer. Which is something lame that a lot of people say, but I honestly have no recollection of writing this poorly composed paper. SO here I am, also being that lame person that says I’ve always wanted this. And if you ask for it I’ll send you a photo of the paper; just remember I was in middle school okay; you can’t judge too harshly. I did ultimately go on to college to major in photography. Like most people, I didn’t know what the heck I was going to do with my degree when I graduated. In my sophomore year I stumbled into wedding photography when a close friend who had always loved my photos asked if I would photograph her wedding, and knew that I was the perfect person to document their day. She trusted me with something so precious, and honestly, that was the beginning – I was hooked, and couldn’t imagine myself doing anything else.