Meet the other Copenhaver’s‚Ķ.

Two weekends ago I had the privilege of photographing my sister-in-law, brother-in-law and niece (Jill, Paul and Amelia “Mia”). Paul and Jill are incredible parents and both very hard workers. Jill owns her own dance studio, Paul works in sales and works as the studios cleaning and handy man ūüėČ and Mia well she has a full time job in cuteness! Besides being cute, Mia is incredibly smart and she is only five! She knows more sign language than well anyone I know, uses an I-pad better than you I’m sure of this, identifies letters, sounds, numbers colors and so much more! ūüôā I am so blessed to be a part of the Copenhaver family. I hope you enjoy the photos!




Blink, but not for too long‚Ķ.

Tomorrow at exactly 10:39am my son, Greyson will be six months old. That’s 1/2 of a year, 182.5 days or 4380 hours! Time is passing by at such an accelerated rate since my husband and I welcomed our sweet baby boy into this world.

So much has changed in past six months. I have learned several things from learning to function on little or no sleep to being an expert in burping, my son not me. ¬†From all the tricks and trades I have added to my parenting tool box the most important one I have was not acquired during the past six months…

While attending college at Tarleton State University I joined many groups and organizations ranging from Alpha Gamma Delta, Student Government¬†to Paradigm (a college ministry). During my time in Paradigm I was lead by Nick Cooper. Later he would be the one to marry Mikey and I. ¬†I remember a distinct conversation we had the night before our wedding. It was right after our¬†rehearsal at the Old Red Museum, in Dallas. Nick, Mikey and myself sat in a room and went over a few details. At that moment Nick took an opportunity to share some great advice. He went on to tell us how crazy the day would be tomorrow and how¬†everything would pass by before we knew it. ¬†He encouraged us to take mental snapshots throughout the day to focus on the details and to soak in every¬†moment before they were¬†gone. He demonstrated how to do this by simply blinking your eyes, quickly, he said “when you see something you want to remember just blink (quickly) and remember it, keep it with you always.” He was absolutely right! The day flew by, it was here one minute and the then next it was gone‚Ķ

Throughout our marriage Mikey and I have experienced moments that were so special and incredible that we knew we wanted to keep the memory with us, always. ¬†We would and still do look at each other and blink (quickly). ¬†It’s our way of saying we want to remember this moment, always.

This advice given by Nick has carried over into parenthood.  There have been so many little moments that have come and gone already.  I find my self blinking just fast enough to keep the moment with me, always.  Moments like when Greyson first smiled, rolled over, laughed and reached for me.  The time is passing and will continue to do so. I will continue to soak in the sweet moments by taking mental snapshots.

For my friends out there who are expecting, have recently welcomed a sweet babe or maybe it has been several years since you welcomed your kiddo… It may sound weird but I encourage you to blink, not too long though. Blink quickly, quick enough to take that mental snapshot of all the sweet moments that are and yet to come.

Blink, but not for too long...
Blink, but not for too long…

It’s has been THAT kind of week…

This week has been THAT week. You know the kind where nothing seems right. Everything is in disarray and chaos. Not the organized chaos that you’re used to, you know the kind where the outside eye looking in has no clue what’s going on but to you it’s a beautifully orchestrated symphony and the rhythm is in your time‚Ķ

This week was poop¬†shit. There I said it, it was like Alexanders day‚Ķ Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day‚ĶOnly it wasn’t just a day, no, it was an entire week.

Leaving my son each morning this week proved to be more difficult than in weeks past. I spent most of my commutes in tears. I cried¬†out to God, why, why is this so hard? Will these feelings ever cease? Work presented new challenges and new demands (as if teachers don’t already have a full plate) lets just add more, shall we? Just for fun to see if they snap. ¬†It was so bad that I actually applied for new job. Yes! A new job not in education. I was quickly brought back to reality, thanks to my sweet teacher friend who reminded me that I have the best job next to being a mommy. ¬†On top of leaving Greyson each morning and work pushing me to my limits I had my first curriculum assessment of the year. ¬†If there is one thing¬†you should know about teachers it is that we take our test scores personally. They are a reflection of us and our teaching‚Ķ. I have very high expectations for myself and of my students and we did not exactly meet them this go around. My house is a mess, I have no clean clothes and I may or may not have showered every day this week‚Ķ.. So, you get it. It has been a rough week for me. ¬†Poor me, right? Wrong…

On one of my tear filled commutes this week I was listening to “I Will Praise You In This Storm” by the Casting Crowns‚Ķ When the chorus chimed in I immediately broke.

And I’ll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I’ve cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I was quickly grounded back to reality and my senses. ¬†This week has been hard, this week has been my storm but regardless of where I am HE is with me and will see me through. I as I meditated on the words in the song I began to feel guilty convicted (there is a difference). Yes, my week has been rough but, there are so many others that are challenges bigger than mine. Instead of having pity on myself ¬†I began to count my blessings and boy did my perspective change…

  1. Leaving my son for work is hard but I am BLESSED to have a child.
  2. Work is demanding but I am BLESSED to have a job.
  3. My clothes are dirty but I am BLESSED to have something to wear… Even if my jeans can stand up on their own after I take them off‚Ķ.
  4. My house is a disaster zone but I am BLESSED to have a roof over my head.

So, though my week to me has been trying I will chose to praise HIM through my storm. My prayer for you is that wherever you find yourself this week or next that you remember you’re never alone. He is with you through it all. He is making you stronger though the storm and while you’re walking in the rain you might as well count your blessings.