You know it's time for a trim when you can't jump on your trampoline without your hair scratching your corneas . . . and to protect your eyes, your mom puts your bangs in a ponytail like a little girl! ;)
Daddy will kill us for this post!
And speaking of hair. . . here's a little clip of Jonah mesmerized by Daddy's 5 o'clock shadow. :)
Our existence is currently comprised of long-winded papers and shelves of books demanding us to dive-in. We scramble to survive the rigors of academia, yet beneath the madness of striving, an ache for more harnesses our attention.
We are inspired by veiled life and seasons yet to come to begin documenting our days. This is our quest to capture and illuminate the sacred moments we share.