Monday was off to a great start. Benjamin and I hung out with my best friend, ate pizza, ate half an ice cream, and had cake. I’d say it was a great way to start the week. However, at some point when we made it home, we both lost it. By the beginning of Monday evening, we were both crying. He was tired and I was trying to figure out how to help him sleep. I realized later that night he was going through the fourth leap in his mental development. That explained the unusual fuzziness.

A few things that have made this leap easy, so if you need a good laugh or cry, here you go.

This link
I ugly cried when i read this, and Benjamin giggled at every ugly, cry moment.

On Monday night, after everyone fell asleep, I binged on the mini series, Big Little Lies. I was so tired, but I needed some time to unwind. I took a hot shower and watched three episodes of the series.

Also, the soundtrack is so good, and if there is a song you must love, this one is it

Happy Friday!




A few weeks before Benjamin was born, my husband said to me, “I want you to continue photography.” I am lucky to pursue my passion, work hard for what I want, and even better, be home with my newborn.
Today, I am a wife, a mother, a wedding photographer, and a business owner. I sit on my bed in pajamas with my Benjamin, binge on a Netflix series, and work on my laptop. When we get out of the office, we enjoy strolling through the mall and making dinner (reservations).
I am fully charged by hustle, pizza, love, and dreams. We all have something to share with the world. Today, I want to share a piece of mine. Here is my updated website, with some family photos taken by Arzu Vargas Photography.


We arrived into the city of Paris by train with two North Face bags and no clue where to go. It was cold and rainy, and my first option was to run back down the escalators and wait for the rain to go away. Along Rue de Rome, we stood outside the train station watching the locals rush to work. Across the street, a piece of America followed us across the Atlantic. With good coffee, good pastries, and some amazing Wifi, Starbucks saved the day.

We walked the Parisian streets to the Eiffel Tower,


Notre Dame,


The Louvre, d’Orsay,


and my favorite museum, The Rodin. 


I enjoyed walking down the cobble roads with Raul, laughing about our Norwegian lobster, eating the not so Pho we had down a little alley, sharing the coconut flan and fruits in the middle of the nights, and sometimes finishing all the snacks before Raul could wake up.


I love behind the scene photos. I especially dig all the bad photos of myself. The worse I look, the harder I laugh at myself. Here’s insight of our year.

Of course, Raul is the classy one. None of his bloopers are terrible.


This is the look a girl gives you when she can’t wink, but she’s trying.




I swear, if I see one more photo with my eyes closed, I’m going to have to ask for that camera back.


This is a cross of sun exposure and a sneeze.


Can we try to get a photo right this time?


You are getting very sleepy. Very, very sleepy.


Setting up our camera on a tripod (a rockpod).


This was the 40th shot of the Bixby Bridge (like I said, he’s the classier one).


This is what happens when a stranger takes your photos.



Dancing with the stars.


The smile of a girl who is happy to be in D.C. (stopping by Obama’s place soon)


Just showing off his Karate moves.


A little more professional photos before wedding receptions and about the only time I can look normal.



As we approach the end of 2016, I can honestly say it has been an incredible year.


Thursday is a day for us. To love each other, remember, and rejuvenate.

You’ve put in a few more hours than usual at work, and the first day of your late shift, you mentioned you regretted picking up hours on your day off. Tuesday morning was a drag for both of us…the neighbor’s dog in our yard, the other dogs barking, and Frankie pacing across the room. Neither of us got much sleep, but you get up in the morning and make your way to work.

I am thankful for you.




Who am I?

I prefer to stay home on Friday nights in work out clothes watching seasons of Forensic Files, Law and Order, or some two star Netflix movie. I enjoy the idea of doing all this in the comfort of my bed. This would suggest I’m a eighty-five year old stuck in a thirty year old’s body.

My version of fun is reading a book, eating, with sips of wine in between, or doing all simultaneously.

I’m not the most adventurous person. I like the idea, until we finally get started, then I’ll start making excuses. At the beginning of the summer, I was set on a goal to learn  to swim by my 30th birthday. Well, let me tell you, there were a few times I was discouraged, and I just wanted to meditate in the pool. There I go getting water in my ears, in my nose, and making more excuses about the goggles blurring my vision, and there goes Raul telling me to “climb the ladder” or bring my hands to my knees (a newly developed technique to avoid drowning in three feet of water.)

Raul, on the other hand, he would be the adventure rock climber (free solo style) on a North Face commercial.

I’m incredibly thankful and blessed to walk hand-in-hand with a person that understands those differences and who will help me float after every attempt I bob up from the water.