Here I am

Memphis, you have claimed me. It's not due to your bewitching fall foilage or the lovely people who've chosen to call you home, or even the fine restaurants and music . It's simply that I would rather saw off my own arm with a rusty butcher knife then repeat our last moving process.

The next time I agree to shoot a wedding, a family session, host a second yard sale and pack and move a house in one weekend, you have my permission to shoot me.

Seriously.

No jury will convict you.

I'm sitting here in smelly clothes pieced together from boxes, sunglasses smeared with the Krispy Kremes I've lived off the past 2 weeks and truly just grateful for a strong internet connection, Coca Cola, and my family.

Mom, Dad, John, Pat and Sue - I cannot thank you enough for watching The Pumpkin and keeping her entertained. Thank you for biting your tongue and not haranguing us for failing to pack up the attic, the basement and 1/3 of our house AFTER the movers left. Thank you to my clients for not running in fear from the twitchy lady with the camera.

So.

The Sweazys have lots of unpacking and settling to do, but we are excited about being downtowners. Harlow loves loft living, as does Murphy who is truly digging the 70 ft. long hallway he's appointed his own dog run.

I have a TON of editing to catch up on, but I can't wait to show you more of my session with Margaret and Jock, Saturday's stunning wedding and a family session with the cutest family of redheads you've ever seen.

In the meantime, I will try to loosen my dependence on 8 AM cokes, Chick Fil-A and Krispy Kreme.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMKrispy Kreme.