Here's what's happening!

April and May are going to be such busy months, but I am looking forward to it. I'm excited to embark on a new round of spring mini sessions as well as some neat themed portraits coming up, including a few babies to snuggle. I can't believe it's finally nice weather, I almost kissed the little cherry tree in our front yard this morning when I stepped outside. We're doing DancEast photos this month so we can have them ready for the showcase in May. On the gymnastics side of things, I'll be doing Magnitude 10.0's Spring Fling portraits for their recreational gymnasts and then team pictures in May. Throw in a couple more personal projects and we're done. Then school will be out and it will be summer. No sweat huh. The kids are going to sleep away camp for the first time and I hope to finally get to see some friends I've missed very much and the Redwood forest. We can do it y'all, and soon we'll all be laying around by the pool whining about how hot it is.

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