My blog has been pretty heavy on the pictures so it feels weird actually writing, but last night was strange. Since Hank's been born I've had some sleep issues, like insomnia and a hard time falling asleep.

Last night I got home from a book club meeting that ended in a political discussion. I'm am so outnumbered by my church friends here when it comes to politics that I often find myself in a room of people trying to argue with me. For some reason it's impossible for me not to engage. I love these women and it's all done in good taste, but it always leaves me a little drained and troubled. This is where my desire to keep a distance from politics came from. Everyone sees the world differently. Sometimes it's just not worth talking about it. It can be an emotional waste of time for me. I do LOVE talking politics with Willie. It energizes me. He's a genius and we see the world the same way.

So I went to bed at 10pm totally exhausted. It took me about an hour to fall asleep because I couldn't stop thinking about healthcare. I tried deep breathing and visualizing other things but it was so hard to wind down.

Midnight, I hear Hank crying and jump out of bed and scramble towards his door. This is my automatic reaction every time one of my kids cries in the night. Then I woke up enough when standing outside his door to wait a minute to see if he would stop. He did so I went back to bed.

3am I hear a noise outside. Once I wake up enough, I realize it's someone yelling, "Help, Help me" over and over. This brought back the feelings I had when Willie and I came home from a late movie to a woman trapped under her mini van across the street. We heard her yelling for help and Willie actually had to drive the van off her. So my heart was pounding. I woke up Willie and he went outside. Our neighbor Jon was outside too and they were walking around looking for where the calls for help had come from. Once they worked their way up the street they saw two police cars and a person lying in the middle of the street. So we went back to bed, not wanting to approach the scene just out of curiosity since the police were there.

So I laid in bed and couldn't fall back asleep, wondering what had happened, being haunted by the feeling of someone calling out for help. After about an hour I fell back asleep.

Then came 5:30am, Hank's wake up time. So I got up with Hank and tried to doze off on the couch while we watched Barney. Willie got up at 6:30 and I went back to bed for a blessed hour. What a strange night.

Randy and Becca live across the street from me. Thy just eloped up in the mountains and wanted to get some post wedding portraits.

Liam and Ezra live next door to us.

Here are some portraits of Jayleen and her son Weston and Taryn and her son Preston. Jayleen, Taryn and I are workout companions and we see each other almost everyday.

My love of photography reached a new high when I was able to photograph my friend (and neighbor) Jenny's birth last week. She went into labor three weeks early so it wasn't really on my mind, but when her husband Zac called at 3:30am saying they were going to the hospital, I was so excited.

The birth was beautiful and moving. I've never seen a live birth. You don't see much when you are the one actually giving birth. Jenny was amazing. I think I cried more than the baby when he was finally out and on Jenny's stomach. It was the natural, peaceful birth I've always wanted. I was honored to be a part of it.

I'm on vacation and my sister Amy and I have been delving into our study of photography. We took a wonderful photography class from Leah Sherry-Wright and we've been on a portrait kick. Believe me, if you come within 5 feet of me I'm going to take your portrait. This is so fun!

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