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..Columbus Newborn Portraits | Delaney..

I’ve been so blessed to capture so many newborn photos the last couple of weeks in Dayton, Cincinnati, and Columbus. Two of them being rainbow babies and this sweet little darling who is just a pure miracle.

Almost 6 years ago, I was honored to join Corey + Jodi for their wedding in Delaware at ..GlenRoss Golf Club.. Just six weeks after having my first babe, Elijah. They were amazing and even asked my husband to attend the wedding so that my little man could be near by. I remember taking him out to the dance floor after all of their events and Jodi took him for a little whirl. It made my new Momma heart skip a beat or two!

After about two years of marriage, Corey + Jodi decided they were ready to start their family. Months went by, and they still hadn’t gotten the positive sign on a home test. Heartbreak after heartbreak with each negative test. Months turned into years, and still nothing.

Jodi explained, “Trying to have a baby has been a very difficult and long road. It took us four years, 2 fertility specialists, 4 failed IUI’s, and two surgeries for severe endometriosis to become pregnant.”

Four years.

But it was not four years wasted. I say that because it was four years of honesty in their struggle. “Infertility is this taboo subject that affects so many women yet no one wants to talk about it. It can be a lonely and isolating process,” said Jodi. She was one who spoke out and made it known that their pregnancy journey was taking longer than expected, and she consistently encouraged others in theirs.

So after four years of trying, of course I wanted to know what that moment was like when the positive result finally came. Jodi replied, “There wasn’t a big exciting story to finding out we were pregnant. Having infertility issues, we track and monitor everything so closely. I was three days late which is very unusual so I took a test. I stood there for a moment not believing it could be true. Corey yelled out from our bedroom and asked what it said. I showed him the test and we both cried together! We couldn’t believe we were finally going to have our miracle baby.”

Cue all the tears.

It was only a few weeks later when I received a text from Jodi that said she needed to talk. In the middle of making dinner, I made sure she was okay and asked if I could call her later. She agreed.

After my kiddos were down, I gave Jodi a call, where we proceeded to chit chat for a few minutes. I then asked her what she wanted to talk about, and she unleashed the good news. I teared up and screamed all in the same moment, startling my husband upstairs. I had been following their journey and I knew and felt just how bittersweet this news was for them. She couldn’t wait to talk pictures, and I knew I couldn’t wait to take them.

The months passed, and Jodi grew a beautiful little bump on her body. One that she welcomed. “I feel like I couldn’t complain about aches and pains because I wanted this so bad.” She was gorgeous and glowing, but couldn’t wait to meet the little girl she carried.

But Jodi’s birthing experience was far from how she pictured it would be. “I was induced starting on a Monday and labored until she was born on Wednesday. I had been given multiple interventions to try to move things along without much success. I spiked a fever through labor which concerned my doctor and we almost ended up needing a c section. But after 4.5 hours of pushing, Delaney was born.”

They named her Delaney because in Irish it means “Angel from heaven.” “Her middle name Jordan is after her uncle (Corey’s brother) who passed away as an infant.” As a Mom, I just got so giddy hearing this. I love when names mean something, and tell such a beautiful story. Even speak life into your child.

Seeing Corey + Jodi with their little angel was everything. Can you imagine waiting and wishing for something for so long, and then you finally have your wish in your arms. Jodi shared, “I cry just looking at her.” She went on, “I love the little sounds she makes, her smile. Really, I could just stare at her all day, I love everything about her!” Corey’s favorite is watching her smile.

“Corey is an excellent father and Laney and I couldn’t be luckier. He helps with everything and I love watching him love on her! We are totally exhausted and making things up as we go but we have never been happier.”

Corey + Jodi, I wish words could express just how happy I am for the both of you. How overdue and bittersweet this time is. How blessed you are that you can call precious little Laney yours. I pray as you journey into parenthood, that you take it one step at a time. Do each step well and to the best of your ability. And don’t blink. Because that darling little boy you held in your arms 6 years ago…starts Kindergarten next week. Congratulations again and I can’t wait to capture you all soon!!

..ANGEL FROM HEAVEN..

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..Rainbow Baby | Little Miss Hattie..

Rob and I were friends first. We met when I was in college, and both of us were part of a team that went on a missions trip to Guatemala together. As a team, we had several meetings to get to know each other, work on fundraisers, and unite with our mission of sharing Jesus throughout the country. During that time of preparation, Rob introduced us to Carrie, a beautiful tender hearted woman that quickly inserted into our friends circle.

While in Guatemala, we were asked to journal our daily adventures, prayers for the country, and insights of the things we were learning from God. Carrie didn’t go on the trip with us, so I can remember Rob missing her while we were gone. One day when we were in our journaling time, I can remember Rob so distinctly saying to me. “I’m going to marry that girl. I’ve realized on this trip that I can’t live without her, and I’m going to buy her a ring when I get home.” I was pretty excited for him to come to that conclusion, and of course, propose to Carrie.

Since then Rob was successful in his proposal, and married the girl of his dreams. In 2009, they welcomed handsome little Drew into their lives, and he has been the center of their world since then. But, their family wasn’t quite complete.

Last year, I had it pressed on my heart to pray for the women who were battling infertility and miscarriage. I knew so many in my life, and at the time I had 13 ladies I was praying for specifically. I didn’t know it then, but Carrie and Rob were in the midst of this tragic season. Their hearts had been broken by an unexpected miscarriage, and they were crushed.

Soon after, they found themselves pregnant again and due in June, this time with a baby GIRL!! “She is our rainbow baby, something I wasn’t familiar with until I experienced a miscarriage last Summer. A rainbow baby is a baby that comes after a loss and I fully embraced that term because it is so fitting. She truly is the beauty after a storm, God’s promise after the flood of tears, and it is what I had to hold onto throughout my entire pregnancy with her. I couldn’t really understand the weight I was carrying until I could see her and hold her and know that she was OK.”

Something I’ve come to know that you don’t quite understand, until you’ve been through it, and those that have, wouldn’t wish it on anyone. As I was honored to take pictures of their sweet little beauty, Carrie had tears streaming down her face. She said, “She is absolute perfection in our eyes and I stare at her all the time because I’m just so happy she is here.”

A rainbow baby will never fulfill the loss of a child, but it certainly helps mend the heart.

“Hattie came into our world on June 1, 2017.” Her 8 lb. 1 oz., 19 inch self is one of beauty and perfection! Carrie went on, “Her name, Hattie, means “little ruler” or “ruler of the house” (already fits her perfectly) and we chose her middle name, Eliana, because it means “my God has answered me.” I absolutely love when a name is given because of meaning, and I believe whole-heartedly that you can speak their name into their lives.

Drew has been an only child for quite some time now, so when I found out that Rob + Carrie were expecting again, I was over the moon ecstatic for them. When I asked if Drew was excited, Carrie told me that he couldn’t wait to be a big brother. “Drew is so very excited! And he is excited about having pictures done. He was asking me all about where we’ll take pictures and who was coming to take them and even had a few suggestions of his own.” So needless to say, I am pretty much in love with these images of Drew and his baby sister. He is just so proud and he handled her so well. He even picked out her bow, and couldn’t wait to hold her and have his own time for these portraits. Carrie went on to say, “She is adored by her big brother and we all just can’t get enough of her.”

Rob + Carrie, thank you so much for sharing your beautiful rainbow story with me. Your gorgeous rainbow princess is perfect in every way, and I pray that she continues to give you outstanding joy!! God has given you a ray of sunshine and I know that you will always cherish her. Until I see you again, much love to your new family of four!!

..BEAUTY AFTER THE STORM..

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..Dayton Photographer | My Mom’s Cancer Journey..

Let’s talk about 2016!! Because, for real, until recently, it had been awhile since my last blog! Judging by my lack of being the best at blogging here at Echo by Design, you might have questioned whether or not I was still photographing weddings here in the Dayton and surrounding areas. I can’t blame you, as I was pretty quiet this last year.

Can I be real with you for a minute?

I didn’t live up to the best goals that I had planned for the better part of 2016. I vowed last year was going to be different. I was SO excited to be putting myself on a schedule to rock n’ roll through blogging and totally crush my social media presence.

But that didn’t happen.

My OCD self even had topics picked out, something to talk about each day and written neatly in on the calendar for the month. Twelve pretty sheets printed out and ready for the year. Because let’s be honest, that was the only way I would keep myself accountable with two small kiddos.

I was off to a good start for the year, finding my groove, and being challenged in 6 weeks of crazy with back-to-back weddings! Two of those being destinations with one right after the other in Pennsylvania and then in Northern Michigan! I was on a wedding high and loving every single travel minute!

And then life got messy. Real. Messy.

Right before I left for Michigan, my Dad’s best friend suddenly passed from a massive heart attack. My parents were crushed. Meanwhile, my Grandma had been placed in the hospital, on the verge of needing kidney dialysis. Worried that her body was beginning to fail her, we returned from Michigan, unsure if we would need to travel back to our hometown to be with her.

Then I received the phone call that changed everything.

My Mom didn’t call me. She called my husband. I knew instantly that something was very wrong. Assuming it was my Grandma, I braced myself to hear bad news. She was repeatedly asking me if Brad was nearby, and I reassured her he was. Then she uttered the words, I never thought I would or wanted to hear…

“I have cancer.”

I sunk in disbelief with a flood of instant tears, as I sat sobbing at the bottom of my basement steps. Editing, forgotten. Emails, forgotten. Dinner, forgotten. She had just gotten home and one by one she was contacting everyone. Being 3 hours away, I was the only one in our family who didn’t get to hug my Mom and squeeze her extra tight that night. I was the one who couldn’t just hop in my car and be there in 5 minutes, because I’m the only one in my family who chose to move away. She kept apologizing that she couldn’t tell me in person, and I apologized that I couldn’t get home to her. I expressed how much I loved her, as I hung up the phone so she could continue to spread the word. Guilt. Devastation. Heartache. And it was heavy.

The extent of what she knew was little. Her specialist couldn’t even touch her questions. But the only thing they could tell her was, “it’s not good and it’s aggressive.” That’s all, and it was gut wrenching.

My sweet Elijah walked downstairs and sat across my lap. He put both of his hands on my face, and said, “Mommy, look me in the eyes.” As I barely opened them through my tears, he went on, “Now take a deep breath.” I did, as I smiled through that painful moment. And then I listened to him in all of his 5-year-old wisdom, he said, “It’s going to be alright.”

I was so proud of him. I needed him in that moment. While Brad was upstairs trying to care for our daughter, up from her nap, I needed that comfort. I hugged him so tightly, and so unbelievably thankful that God sent his little heart to me right where I needed it.

The day that followed was as ugly as the storms had been that night. All I wanted, was to be with my Mom at home. But I had an amazing couple that I was committed to that weekend, and there wasn’t anything I could change at the moment. I hadn’t eaten; I hadn’t slept; yet it was my responsibility to be the happy, cheerful, spunky, photographer on the best day of their lives. And I was.

After I found out, I had contacted them to let them know what had happened, and they were so gracious. In a spare moment after their first look, they both looked at me and asked if they could pray for me. I was nervous that I was going to completely lose every ounce of the composure I had managed to muster up for the day. As they began to pray, I cried, but found the reassurance in their words. Affirmation that I needed, and that God had his hand over the steps prepared for her life and the battle ahead.

On the way home from their wedding, I wrestled with staying up to pack, or catching a good night’s rest and wait to pack in the morning. Zoned out, I pulled into my driveway, only to find my parent’s vehicle already parked there. It took everything I had to even put my car in park and turn it off before I darted inside. My eyes so full of tears I could barely see. My Mom was waiting for me in our living room and I buried my face in her shoulder, unleashing the flood I had held in all day.

We were both mentally exhausted, and after my shower, we sat on the couch and talked for hours. She told me we could talk as long as I wanted. My head rested in her lap, while she ran her fingers through my hair. Just like she used to do when I was a little girl. We cried, I prayed, we talked about all the tests she would need, and how hard it was for her to tell my Grandma while she was still in the hospital. Not to mention, even harder to tell one of her best friends just days after she lost her husband. We were up till almost three in the morning, and I pried myself off her lap and into bed to get the rest I desperately needed.

That whole weekend I did nothing but cling to her, my eyes getting teary watching her play with my kids on the floor. To them nothing was wrong with her. We decided to get out of the house and took them to the museum, where my Dad shoved his camera at me, “Get lots of pictures of her and the kids.” I could barely. I didn’t even want to focus on the thought those could be some of the last possible memories she would share with us. But there those thoughts lingered, like an uninvited dark shadow.

After several tests in those coming weeks, the doctors discovered that she had Stage 3 Kidney Cancer. The cancer had completely overtaken her left kidney and had spread into some surrounding lymph nodes. One scan had shown that what was supposed to be a 1 cm node had been enlarged to the size of a small orange. Her doctor in Toledo stated that he would allow no one in the area to touch her, and that he was sending her straight to the Cleveland Clinic.

It was terrifying. Cleveland Clinic is one of the best at what they do. They are a highly esteemed hospital, and ranked nationally, but you only go there when you are thought to be at your worst. Yet, that’s where we were headed. The unknown was still extremely unknown. We didn’t know if surgery was a possibility, or which treatments would be available to her. So we waited until we could see her doctor.

When my Mom had her appointment with the specialist, he looked over her scans and charts, and ordered a few more tests. He agreed to take on her surgery and thought that was the best course of action. That in itself was a huge relief, as we knew many who didn’t have that as an option. We had heard that it could be several weeks; up to at least 5 before she could even get in, but MY God is the creator of miracles. Her doctor received word that another gentleman, whom was scheduled that next week, was unable to pass some of his heart examinations. A spot had opened, and my Mom was getting it! What we thought would take weeks, took days. That is God right there!!

On July 27th, we headed up and prepped Mom for surgery. She was in the best spirit, at peace that the doctor’s had it completely under control. I’m glad she did, because I was a mess on the inside. After we said goodbye, we began the waiting game. For hours we sat next to a TV screen with her number, and her beeper around our neck. We’d get little updates here and there that the surgery was going as planned. And then, her doctor paged us and was ready to see us in the consultation office. I didn’t care that I left every valuable personal belonging I owned in the waiting room, as I ran with my family to meet her doctor.

I felt like everything came in short sentences, a blur, as my brain was so anxious it muffled all the things together. I gripped my Dad’s hand so tightly my knuckles were white. The surgery went as planned. She did great. I believed I removed all of the cancer. She is in recovery. You can see her in a few hours.

He stood up and shook my Dad’s hand, then extended his hand to me. I bypassed his hand and gave him the biggest hug of his life. I’m sure I caught him off guard, but I didn’t care. At that moment I needed to show him my gratitude. My family and I then just collapsed in joyful tears, while we took turns hugging each other. Unbelievably thankful that in 4 hours, my Mom’s life expectancy potentially had a huge shift.

The wait to see her was excruciating. We grabbed lunch, and then we sat, and sat, and sat some more. Finally, they had her in a room and we could go visit. The best sight in the world was seeing her propped up and smiling!! They hadn’t filled her in on the surgery at all, and we were able to tell her the fantastic news, “They believe the cancer was completely removed!” More. Tears.

Her recovery was no smooth sailing, and just days after her release, she had to go right back to the Cleveland Clinic for surgery complications. It meant for a lot of traveling, introducing our kiddos to hospitals and sickness, hand holding, tears of thankfulness, prayers, and support. Her room was filled with flowers, her mailbox overflowing with get well cards, pictures being drawn and hung on her hospital walls, and friends endless texts, phone calls, and what-can-I-help-you-with’s? There were meals made, visits from friends, and clients of mine pouring out gifts of love to my Mom and to me.

And we were ever so grateful.

Those weeks in the in between were the most difficult of my entire life. I wouldn’t wish them on anyone. Amongst dealing with the mental roller coaster of my Mom’s diagnosis, we learned we were pregnant. Something we wanted and we were excited for. But, I couldn’t even think about my pregnancy until my Mom was okay. So we kept our family out of the loop for a long time, quietly battling nausea and first trimester exhaustion. It wasn’t a pretty mix, but somehow I managed to keep it a secret through her surgery and recovery.

Weeks later at my son’s birthday party, my Mom wanted to be the one to make the announcement. So while she stood up and thanked everyone for supporting her through everything, she said she couldn’t wait to meet another addition to the family. While everyone was thrilled, it was less exciting than my Mom’s next announcement. “But they aren’t the only ones.” My sister, Lollie was also expecting, and due just days behind me!! Two little tiny miracles in the midst of a season where we desperately needed some joy.

I learned a lot this last year. I learned for me, it was incredibly important that family was everything, and they came first. No. Matter. What. I learned more than ever to put my phone down and be in the moment, and I learned that in order to be upheld you need to be vulnerable. Without that vulnerability, I wouldn’t have been able to seek out the prayer that I desperately needed, to keep me going on a daily basis. To get me through even the darkest of days. Because the truth was, they were deeply overwhelming.

The months that have followed those days have increasingly gotten better. After her recovery and the all-clear for her to be tested again post op; we found out in October that MY Mom, the one who stayed brave and believed with her whole heart that she wasn’t done on this Earth, was given the best news of her life…

“Your scans are clean and you are cancer free!!”

I was in the car on my way home with Brad and the kids, McDonald’s meals in my lap. The phone rang and I closed my eyes and answered. The joy in her voice, it was so bittersweet. I grabbed Brad’s hand and bawled just knowing everything could have been so much worse. No chemo. No radiation. No cancer.

NO. CANCER.

For our family it was a “short” road, but nonetheless, hard. My Mom still has after effects from the surgery, mostly with her incision, which stretches chevron style across her midsection. But the most odd is that one foot remains warm, while the other is cold. She limits protein, and has to be sure to eat nutritionally rich foods to keep her right kidney healthy. But she is thriving. Within the last few months she has been able to get back to working out and being active. She loves working in her garden beds, taking 20 mile bike rides, and playing tennis. All possible, because of the Cleveland Clinic and their specialists. She’s required to have scans every 4 months for a year, and thankfully the last 2 have come out clean. We are currently waiting for her upcoming 3rd scan, and ask that you keep her in your thoughts and prayers! Words could never fully express our gratitude to the doctors who took on her risky case. Cancer sucks, it claims many, but Terri Vargas isn’t one of them.

..I LOVE YOU MOM..

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..Dayton Newborn Photographer | Trent + Tiffany’s Rainbow Baby..

Tiffany and I met years ago through a mutual friend, and it was then, that she said I would photograph her wedding some day. When the time came in 2011, and that ring was on her finger, she emailed me to let me know!! Trent had proposed, and she knew she wanted me there as the photographer. I was thrilled!!

She went on to say that they hadn’t picked a date yet, but wanted to pick out their wedding day based on my availability. She wanted an August 2012 wedding and she wanted it at ..Maumee Bay State Park.. I was honored that they were willing to choose their wedding date around me. I mean, that is one of the highest compliments a photographer could ever receive.

After tying the knot in a beautiful ceremony, they began their life together, which included job changes, buying a home, getting their pup, and talk of starting a family.

A family. Something they dreamed about and craved. But this road of theirs hasn’t been an easy one, and just like with all of my couples, my heart has followed along with them.

“Our birth story is more of a birth journey. After suffering a very difficult miscarriage at 14.5 weeks (2014) and the loss of a full term stillborn son (2015), Austin is our rainbow baby. We hoped, wished, and prayed for a living child. When I found out I was pregnant, Trent and I were beyond happy…and terrified. After losing two children, we both had a guard up. We would hold our breath at every appointment as we waited to hear a heartbeat. My pregnancy was pretty standard with morning sickness, tiredness, aches, and pains. I felt as though I could not complain because I wanted this so badly. I had extra monitoring in the last few months, which eased my mind. This baby had no interest in coming out on his own. He was sideways in my belly. No dilation whatsoever. Finally, I was scheduled for a c-section. The whole night before I planned and prepped as much as I could for our son’s arrival. The only thing we still had to do was agree on a name! We finally decided on our way to the hospital! Our good friend, Mona, is an ob/gyn and she was going to help with my c-section. She kept me calm by talking and joking with me throughout the surgery. I heard her say “Here comes your baby.”

Then we heard Austin cry.

This was music to our ears after losing two children. Trent and I both had tears rolling down our faces. He is here and he is alive and well. What a relief! A few of the doctors and nurses who knew our story cried too.”

On May 18, 2017 at 10:28 am, via c-section, Austin James Frisch was born. He was 9 pounds 0 ounces and 21 inches long.

The two blankets that we used for Austin’s session were very dear to Tiffany. The first rainbow baby blanket was made and sent to her by a friend in Italy. I was so excited to use it, because I knew just how much it meant for them to have their rainbow baby here. I was equally excited to use the blue minky blanket that Austin laid in, as it had a matching outfit, an outfit that his brother Dawson was buried in.

Tiffany says, “Some days it still doesn’t feel real. This child that we wished and prayed for is finally here. It is definitely a learning curve for myself and Trent. Neither of us had much experience with newborns. We both can change diapers a lot faster now! We definitely sleep a lot less, but the smiles and cuddles make it all worthwhile.”

“Our dog, Griffin, has become Austin’s protector. (Fun fact: Griffin means “protector of prized possessions.”) They will definitely be the best of friends as they grow up together.”

I love these images with Griffin. He would let out a little growl every now and then if Austin would squawk when I moved him. He didn’t leave my side once, and when I told him to go see his baby, he covered him in kisses. It was really special.

Tiffany went on to say, “We are all learning and growing together in this new life. It feels like our family has added the missing puzzle piece. Our precious rainbow baby, Austin James Frisch, was here. Life will never be the same.”

Trent + Tiffany! This journey has been long, and though the storm was rough, your precious miracle is here. He’s absolutely beautiful and I know you won’t ever take him for granted. His siblings in heaven will watch and keep him, and I pray that a blessing overflows throughout his life. May you always remember this road, because this is the one that led you to Austin. May you always be a shining example and a comfort to those who walk your same path, and may your years be blessed as you love, cherish, and train up this sweet little boy that God has entrusted to you. God Bless you all and congratulations again!!

..THE MISSING PUZZLE PIECE..

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..Dayton Newborn Portraits | Baby Sawyer..

It was just a little over a year ago when Jay + Emily were sitting in the bridal suite deciding whether or not to hold their wedding indoors or wait for the rain to pass. Their scheduled outdoor ceremony was being threatened by a line of storms and every radar app was open with eyes on the sky.

The rain came through and poured down on their site, but the sun came out, the chairs were wiped off, and in the blazing aftermath of humidity, they became husband and wife!!

It wasn’t more than a few months later, that Emily secretly shared with me that they were expecting. I was gleeful! Not only was I excited that one of my favorite couples wanted me to capture the next step in their lives, but I would be on the pregnancy journey with her!

Rewind to May 7th, when I received an email that Baby Boy Dibble decided to make his appearance 3 weeks early! I was floored, because as a first time Momma, I expected her to go into late May! I was secretly hoping she would hit their Anniversary date of May 28th!

Emily explained, “My water broke at home around 12:15pm on a Sunday. I was in complete denial that my water had just broken (I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening) but decided to call the doctor anyway. I wasn’t having contractions yet but they told me to go to the hospital to get checked out anyway. I was convinced they were going to send me home. But sure enough, they confirmed that my water had broken and I was 3 cm dilated! We were completely unprepared & surprised because my due date was still 3 weeks away.”

After 10 hours of total labor, their sweet little man made his debut on April 30th. He was 19.75″ long and weighed 6 pounds 8 ounces. Meet Sawyer Paul and all of his adorableness.

Emily + Jay as you can imagine, are on cloud nine. They are completely head over heels in love with this little guy, and Emily mentioned her emotions are all over the place. She just can’t believe that he is their’s. She says, “Being a new parent is absolutely wonderful! I never thought I could love something/someone so much. It has been exhausting and at times challenging… but we wouldn’t change it for the world. Jay and I have made a good team and share pretty much everything – diaper changes, feedings, baths, etc. Since I am home from work for a couple months, I try to do the overnight feedings as much as possible through the week. Jay has been a very hands-on dad so far though, which I am so thankful for!”

Sawyer arrived just in time for Emily to celebrate her first Mother’s Day. Emily loves when Sawyer is awake and taking in all the different sights. “I love to see him watching everything.” Jay even gets to celebrate Father’s Day in a few weeks! His favorite thing is all the faces that Sawyer makes. “I love the smiles, face wrinkles, and sticking his tongue out. We think it’s mainly from gas or hunger but it’s pretty entertaining.”

Jay + Emily, congratulations on the arrival of sweet Sawyer! Nothing in the world compares to loving a child, and I am SO happy that you get to enjoy him for all the years to come! Thank you for allowing me to capture not only your wedding day, but this sweet little love of yours! I can’t wait to continue to photograph your amazing selves again soon!

..THREE WEEKS EARLY..

love, echo

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