I feel pretty.....

A month ago Leyton and I met up with the amazing Morgan Saunders for a photo shoot in Auburn.  We haven't had any pics taken of the kiddo since he was about 16 months so he was WAY OVER DUE.  The day ended up one of those perfect days with Leyton.  He was in a great mood and we had a blast.  I didn't stress over the pictures like I normally do.  I figured if we got just one I would be happy and so I just let him go about his business and Morgan got to work chasing him around.

What a beautiful child I have.  When I see pictures of him it makes me want to have more children.  The perfect way that he looks just like me and just like my husband....why not have 10 more?

Morgan did an excellent job of capturing his playful personality as well.  She made getting pictures taken fun.

I had no thoughts of really being in any pictures, maybe just one or two with Leyton but definitely none of just me.  I'm not completely shy in front of the camera (which you know if you follow me on Instagram) but I definitely don't like having my pictures taken.  I always feel like I look goofy.  I feel like I look fat.  I feel like I look frumpy.  I am my own worst critic.

So, as a defense, I did what I do best.  Act goofy.

Acting goofy gives me a distraction when I look at the photo.  It gives me something to laugh at and it puts my harsh self judging eye to rest.

But then I got to this shot.  It was a shot I didn't know Morgan was taking.

You know what, I'm pretty.  My hair looks amazing, my smile warming and friendly.  I don't think I've ever said that before out loud (or for all to read).  Thing is, I don't give myself enough credit.  I beat myself up for being big instead of realizing that I'm an attractive strong woman.  My packaging may not be perfect, but what's inside isn't so bad.

Thanks Morgan for making me feel pretty.