MWAC = Mom With A Camera

That is pretty much all I am…a mom with a camera. My camera might have a few more settings than yours, but that doesn’t matter one tiny bit. I love my kids. I love photography. I love making memories. Therefore…I’m a MWAC.

I’ve been getting a lot of questions and comments from other MWAC’s regarding their cameras and just wanting to learn more. I wish I could magically impart all the knowledge I have about using my camera just straight into your brain! I am not professionally trained, so I know there is soooo much that I have to learn about photography. But for now, I’m ok with the pictures I present and every day I am trying to better myself and learn more. I want to learn…that makes my heart fully connected with yours.

I have been tossing around the idea of giving a day or weekend workshop, just for MWAC’s like me who just want to take better pictures with their cameras. I’ve been talking with a friend about maybe collaborating with me. All of us at the workshop could just talk and talk and use each other as models and serve a nice lunch…maybe go out for coffee afterwards and keep talking about what we want in life and how we want to grow as moms and as photographers.

If this is something that you would be interested in, please email me at amy@amyschuffphotography.com. I would love to hear your feedback. What would you like to learn? What topics would you like covered? This workshop would be geared towards the beginning to intermediate photographer, so what tidbits would you want to know that at the end of our time together, you felt like you could take better photos of your kids?

So contact me through this link or send me an email, you can also contact me through my facebook fan page at www.facebook.com/amyschuffphotography

I look forward to hearing your comments! I think if we had enough interest we maybe could plan a workshop for this winter?? Let’s see :)

I am blessed to have this man as the father of my kids. There is so much I appreciate about my husband, absolutely #1 on the list that he is an

amazing,
loving,
gentle father.
He’s slow to anger,
abundant in praise,
generous with his hugs.

He is not spiteful,
never attacking with his words,
and he is constantly looking for the Lord’s will for our family.

He loves to worship and bring glory to God and not himself. I’m happy to be able to praise on him a little bit because he never praises himself.

He is not a perfect man…but he’s perfect for us.

Happy Father’s Day Jeremy.

Tidbit #345 about Amy… I do not prefer to camp. I apologize to all the hard core campers out there (my in laws!) but its not for me. We were supposed to go camping at Lake Tahoe this week but the kids got the flu, and it was going to be like…70 million degrees below zero out there (no exaggeration!) and another thing I don’t do is cold weather. To be fair though, Jeremy, Lily & I were going to spend the night at his Aunts house and the older kids were going to camp…so I guess I wasn’t going to go camping at all.

But because my in laws love me so much, that was their compromise for me. They love me enough to not ask me to sleep outside in a tent with bugs, dirt and bugs. I know I can’t avoid camping for the rest of my life though, my husband loves it and so do my kids. I will have to take that plunge…and I will…because I love them and want to do what they love.

Compromise…that dreaded word that has slowly picked and pulled every square inch of my body. One leg stretched to the left, one arm so far out I think it might snap. Compromise…that as a baby 20 year old pulled me away from my family and drove me across the country to make a life among strangers. It pulled me again and again until the life I thought I was compromising…didn’t appeal to me anymore. I didn’t have to compromise anything…this is where I wanted to be.

Psalm 37:4 “Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.” He desires to give us what our hearts desire…and listen closely…if we hang on to every word He says…our desires will strangely and wonderfully match up with His. Suddenly there is no compromising…or else it doesn’t feel that way. I love Him. He loves me. He loves to Camp. I Love to Camp. Or something like that…. :) (Hey! Jesus camped all the time right?? )

This was a couple weeks ago when we met up with the Grandparents for a fun BBQ at their campsite out at Folsom Lake. It was the weekend of my birthday and Mom made me a carrot cake…oh my goodness I wish I would have taken a picture of that! I had it for breakfast the next day.

Apparently they had questions…