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As I sit at my kitchen table with the window open and the grey Kelowna February sky lighting up the room, the smoky smell of Texas Red Beans and Rice is flooding the room as it simmers on the stove top. My two tiny girls are running around playing with my big chunky necklaces, and Josh is playing the guitar making up songs about what they are doing.

I am so blessed.

I haven't written in a long time. I believe I was still pregnant with Maggie the last time I wrote, and she is almost 2 years old now, and Ellie is 3 years old, super talkative and getting so grown up.

My life is a much different place now. Super busy, but so full to the brim of happiness and all things that are good. 2013 saw our photography business BOOM. After 3 years of business being a bit slow, things got very busy very fast. We saw a 700% increase in our business, and this year is shaping up to be even busier.

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