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One of those weeks…

“Where-ever you are, be all there.” -Jim Elliot

Happy Thursday to you!  My week has just been one of those weeks.  Ever have one where you feel  like you are just running from one thing to the next?  Checking off the to-do list just to get to the next do do list?  (Did I ever tell you how much I love to do lists?! I have about 3 per day and get great joy of checking each task off as it is completed)!  But this week, agh, it has just been one thing after the other which has caused me grief in even getting to check off a few things on the list.  Be it spring fever, a lack of motivation, numerous distractions, whatever it is, my mind has been racing to nowhere and getting little to nothing done in the process.

Last night I sat thinking about the WHY my week has been like this, and after focusing for more than 10 undistracted minutes, I came to an answer, maybe obvious to some, but to me a slap on the forehead that I consistently need; a reason slow down.  Not focusing on anything, gets you little-to-nowhere.  Focusing on one thing, gets it done, out of the way in order to move on to the next task at hand.  Extremely simple, easy to understand, but in our crazy, fast-paced, social-media frenzied culture, easy to forget!  My week has been in a constant state of not finishing one thing, and moving on to the next.

Not really a mind-blowing, earth-shattering thought, but something my heart needed today. I hope your day is filled with being all there, where-ever it may be.

 

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    Happy Birthday

    Eight years ago, I woke up in our Minneapolis condo with sharp pains.  What was going on?  I got up walked around, and headed to the bathroom.  To spare you of any more gross info, I realized I was in labor.  Being that I was exactly one month early, we were not ready at all.  The car seat was in storage, it was 4 am, and my husband was tired and we were going to be celebrating his birthday later that afternoon.  But here we were… about to have a baby.  A series of emotions flooded me.  I was not ready, but I was.  I was nervous, excited and terrified all at the same time.  Being that she was our first, we had NO expectations or idea of how anything would go.  So I packed up a quick bag and we headed to the hospital.  12 hours later, and a round of petocian, Lydia Rose was born, a whopping 4 pounds 7 oz and immediately taken to the NICU for the next 12 hours because of her weight.  Eventually she did come to our room and we were given the green light to go home.  A month of being a terrible nurser, having a severe case of jaundice, numerous trips to the doctor’s office, she started quickly gaining weight and personality!

    What a joy these last 8 years have been.  I can’t imagine my life without my amazing helper.  As a first born myself, we are a lot alike, yet there are so many things I feel like she has taught me.

    Every year, we get the great joy of celebrating Kevin and Lydia’s birthday’s together.  You can imagine who usually gets more attention, but my patient, loving, humble husband always praises her as the best birthday present he has ever received and it is a special bond that the two of them have.  I feel like I am the one who has been given an amazing gift, for both of these two November 1st birthdays are an incredibe blessing to me!

     

    Photo credit: Amy Majors

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      Just another day…

      I kind of had this idea on a whim today as I was driving all over the city today.  I often get the, “how do you work from home and be a mom?” So today I decided to be raw and honest on what a typical day looks like in my life.  (I also have to preface this on now 2 of my kids are in full day school and one in preschool 2 days a week.  Back when they were 4, 2 and newborn, I really can not remember how those days looked, and quite frankly, I don’t want to because they were too hard!)

      7:00 am I am woken by the sound of my kids alarm clock and find Ben at my side who has crept in bed with us at some point in the night.  It had to have been after 3 am because that is when Lydia, my 7 year old, woke me up because the CO2 alarm was beeping from low batteries.  I changed it, as I can remember, and crawled back in bed.)  I also find Elise, my 5 year old staring me in the face saying ” Mom, it is time to wake up!

      7-8am brings dressing kids, Elise changing socks 3 times, Ben deciding the outfit he picked out last night stinks, deciding he has to wear his angry birds shirt (again), and me on the wild hunt to find it.  Eating a scurried breakfast of cereal, packing lunches, and looking for a lost library book follow.

      8:00 Kevin leaves with the girls, I get a bowl of cereal, make a cup of coffee

      8:15 I leave to drop Ben off at preschool

      8:30 return home, post blog to facebook, quickly scan e-mails, and vow to myself that I will not look at e-mails until I have finished my 500 photos of editing.

      8:40 Start editing photos from a September wedding (at this point they have gone through 2 scans of editing and this is the final phase that the client will see)

      9:00 Pandora comes on

      10:40 finish up editing and hit a quick shower and get ready before picking up Ben

      11:00 Pick up Ben

      11:15 Stop at McDonald’s ( a treat for our family) and head off to scout out locations for my wedding on Saturday.

      11:45 Arrrive at first destination, look around, stop to let Ben pee, and look in every window of the church, talk to a nice gentleman, debate over playing at the playground (he looses) and get back in the car.

      12:10 arrive at destination #2 and pit stop 2.  Find a restroom for Ben, and we are back in the car.

      12:30  Destination #3 the reception site.  I decide not to go in because I have a 3 year old in tow.  Thankfully I have shot at this location a few times before and know the interior, but look around the exterior for shaded spots, etc.  As we are looking, we happen upon a trolley station (which in Ben’s mind is equated to Thomas the Train) and spend the next 30 mins looking at the tracks, etc and me trying to explain what each does while he keeps asking if there is a train coming on the track.  No, I have told him for the 4th time, but he still thinks there could be one.

      1:00 Back in the car to look for alternate spots, we come across a playgound (he wins this time) and we spend 15 mins throwing leavs in the wind, going on the teeter totter and playing chase and I think, wow I am blessed to be working and playing with my kid at the same time.

      1:30 Back in the car to head to school to pick up the girls

      2:15 arrive at school.  Exchange phone numbers with a mom of a classmate of Elise, get told 3 stories at once from all 3 kids, discuss fall parties with a teacher and head back in the car to go home.

      3:00 arrive home separate kids to have free play, ask about homework, take out lunches and homework from bags, break up a shouting match, and start thinking of dinner

      4:00 make cookies with Elise while cutting veggies, cooking chicken and noodles for dinner.

      5:30 Dinner is served, cookies for dessert.  A chat about cleaning up the neglected basement and plans for tomorrow.

      7:15 Basement cleaned and movie as a reward (no school tomorrow!), one load of laundry folded another put in, kitchen cleaned and a phone call made.

      8:45 Kevin arrives home from work and youth group, while I am a chapter in to Elise’s new library book.

      9:15 Kids asleep, I am on edit process #2 of the day, submit a wedding to an editor,  and talk over the loft to Kevin about his day.

      10:30 Here I sit writing this blog post, only to get up and do it again tomorrow!

      They are busy days, but I think of them a as huge blessing.  Getting to do the two things I love doing; being a mom and a photographer.

       

       

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        10 years and counting!

        September 28th is the day that brings my heart joy!  I woke up too excited to sleep any more, so ready for the day’s events that I had to go out and run because frankly I did not know what to do with myself.  I ran and ran thinking about the events the day would hold and how I did not even feel old enough to do what I was about to do.  I realized that I would never again have life how a a single woman.  I would now be making decisions that included another.  I was so excited!  It was the day I would marry my best friend.

        I met Kevin my last semester of my senior year.  After some not so great relationships, I was ready to be single and was loving it.  I had finished my art degree early and could have graduated, but really wasn’t ready to get into the real world, so along side the coaxing of a friend, I signed up for a semester long mission trip to Africa .  With the trip, I also decided to minor in intercultural studies and ended up taking a class that required an internship at a inner city youth program.  That is where I met him for the first time.  He had just returned from a trip to Argentina with his parents and we got into a discussion on the culture, travel, work, school, and more.  In the course of the conversation we realized that we had both signed up for the Africa trip. Realizing that we had so many similar interests, Kevin finally asked me out after one of the youth program days.  We gradually started seeing more and more of each other and when we finally hit the time to head to Africa 9/11 happened.  Our team was devastated, but our professors promised us a trip and we ended up in Canada.  Not nearly as exotic, Kevin and I were placed in ministry together and worked side by side together for the next 8 weeks.  (Little did we both know that this would later become his profession, and that 12 years later we would continue to work side by side as a ministry team!)

        He was much more ready to tie the knot than I was at the time.  I dreamed of traveling the world and expierening so many different cultures.  I wanted to be financially in place (although I had no idea what that entailed!) I wanted to have my time, to be by myself… free from responsibility.  It took time and after about a year and a half, my soon to be husband was on a knee making me cry with joy.

        It is hard to believe we are already 10 years in, a decade.  In the last 10 years there has been lots of joy as well as lots of pain.  If I have learned anything, I have learned that marriage takes work.  A lot of work.  Through having kids, buying a house, buying cars, having another kid, school, ministry, photography, having one more kid, losing another, travel, family, stress and everything that is added to our lives it is easy to lose sight of what marriage is.  September 28, 2002, I chose to be a team with Kevin Feder.  I chose to support and honor him and be his wife until death do we part.  I chose to marry my best friend, and I am so glad I did.

        Photo by Amy Majors

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        Classic finds

        If you know me at all, I love a good find, and one that has meaning.

        The other day I was on the hunt for some decorating materials  (making chalk boards for the kids!) and headed out to a yard sale to look for some old frames to paint.  While on the hunt, I came to an older home, quickly got out  of the car expecting to get right back in after scanning the area of old tools, nails, and fishing equipment.  Not really the sale for me, and I almost passed up a great find.  I decided to look in the garage and spotted an old camera.  I picked it up thinking about the time period it had been through.  The memories it had captured and the people who had been in front of it.   An older gentleman approached me telling me it was his.  He went into a story about at one time how he loved photography and the art of it, how now it was just sitting in his garage taking up space and gathering dust.  After telling him, that I was a photographer in the area, he told me to wait as he wanted to show me something.  He slowly made his way to his home while I chatted with his daughters who were running the sale.  They told me that he was 87.

        The gentleman came slowly back carrying an old pinhole camera.  “It’s yours, ” he told me.  “To capture more great things with.”

        I was moved and honored that a stranger would trust me with two items that had great meaning to him and now to me.  When I arrived home, I placed them on my shelf with the camera my late grandfather had photographed with.  I’m not sure if I will ever figure out the art and how to use these antique camera’s, but at least I know the meaning and some of the stories behind them.

        From left to right; Pinhole camera, Brownie camera (my grandfather’s) Kodak Instamatic, Nikon N90, my first film camera I shot weddings with.

        Happy Friday to you!

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