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Celebrating Us

It is natural for us to make dreams and hopes for our future. I think this is so healthy for us to do because it gives us something to strive for. However, sometimes our future comes and we realize we aren't where we thought we "should be" or wanted to be. We get disappointed, depressed, or just grumpy. We give up.

Or we don't. We find a reason to celebrate and find joy in how far we have come. There are so many tender mercies, so many good things that happy in our lives when we try our best every day. These are cause for celebration, which is exactly what I have done.

Last year, I kept waiting for when I'd have a cute baby bump so that we would have an excuse to take family pictures. But then I realized I really don't know when this would ever happen and decided that the only reason we needed to schedule a family portrait session was to Celebrate Us! 

I hope you enjoy this simple movie as much as I enjoyed making it and reminiscing these past 5 years and looking forward to the next 5!




Thank you to my sweet husband for doing the music editing and cheering me on as I worked on this movie to make it the best I could. 


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  1. ahhh these turned out soooo good! One of my faves is the 6th pic down. Obvi. because I'm a romantic.

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    1. I love how that one turned out in b&w! Thanks sis. We got so many good ones it was hard to pick which ones to post. Hence the slideshow.

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  2. I absolutely love this post! The video, the pictures, and everything that you said about your journey together. It inspires me want to do something similar for Gabe and myself. :) (We'll see how long it takes me to actually get around to it...)

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    1. Thank you!! I loved the project so much. I (we) spent more time than I had thought it would take, but I am so very happy I devoted the time. It was extremely therapeutic.

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