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Lithia Florida maternity photographer {Waiting on Maddison}

I was so lucky to be able to take a quick week long trip to Florida to visit my family for my 30th birthday, and help throw my beautiful

Box of Balloons

A couple of months ago, on a whim I decided to meet up with a group of ladies to discuss an idea that a couple of girls had.  It was

KSP is coming to Florida!

Check your calendars, clear your schedules! I will be offering mini sessions again this March in the Lithia/Brandon/Plant City Florida

The obligatory New Year post.

Weddings and babies, houses and family, parenting highs and parenting lows, good times and bad times.  Yep, that about sums up 2013 for me.

Happy Holidays!

It always seems to creep up on us.  This year it came with a vengeance for me.  Maybe it was because Thanksgiving was so late, just like

My Own: Play

Many of you probably know, one of my other loves apart from photography is children.  Not in the “I love kids!” way that most

My own: 30 days of thanks

I’ve seen this idea floating around social media for a few years now, writing down something you are grateful for each day of

Tattoo Onesie by Jane Made

When I saw this onesie, I knew I HAD to have it for my tattoo loving brother’s baby who is arriving this winter.  As luck would have

My Own: When the dust settles

Last night, I fell asleep in the shower. Standing up. I never considered that a physical ability of mine, but to my surprise, I can mark

My Own: Twelve months down, my whole life to go.

I have a one-year-old.  I have a ONE year-old.  I’m the mother of a one-year-old.  Is this real? It feels like it was a different

Fer Real Friday: It’s Friday already? And working from home while raising children is hard work.

So here we are. Friday. Where did this week go anyway? Fer real?  I had great ambitions this weekend to put my nose to the grindstone and

My Own: Tessa’s First Birthday Party

It’s a lonely Monday here at the Hansen household.  Remnants of a rainy Sunday linger in our home, amongst the aftermath of a