San Diego Maternity, Newborn and Baby Photographer, Sheryl Paulino, Pasheoni Photography

So this is going to be one of those posts where I say…oops, it’s been a long time. I know you’ve heard it from me before, but what can I say…life happens. It’s been a crazy whirlwind of just things, that I haven’t brought myself to just sit down and write about it. As much as I’ve mentally written it, I’ve never formally put it on paper..err, blog post.

I’d love to recap all the great things that has happened since my last post, but quite truthfully, I wouldn’t want to bore you, ha! HOWEVER, yes, there is a ‘however’…One great thing that I have (semi) kept up with is Instagram. If you want to catch up on my haps through photos and a small caption, find me. Username: Pasheoni

I’ve had this account for quite some time, but haven’t truly dug into it, til now. I guess it’s just a quicker way to ‘capture’ (pun intended) what’s currently going on, without having to sit and blog about it. I KNOW, that’s quite lazy of me, but sue me. I sit in front of a computer all day long at my 9-to-5er doing the same thing (ie, social media, blogging, commenting, pinning), just for a company. Yes, it’s a passion, yes I love it, and yes I can get tired at times. :)

You know me, and I always like to post a photo with a post. So I’ve prepared a cute little storyboard of my princess before I started writing. Then, after I started writing my post, a picture of my instagram made a little more sense. But now to not waste a cute storyboard, here is my germaphobe playing with hand sanitizer (and no she did not ingest it…oye some toddlers/parents/guardians).

I will say it…I will post more often, promise. Well, I’ve said it before, and I kinda didn’t…but I will PROMISE to try and post more often. Better?

XOXO

My heart is heavy. Every time I think of what happened, I get the goosebumps. Today, marking 10 years, tears come to my eyes. I remember, the shock, the terror, the state of confusion.

September 11, 2001. I remember where I was. Southwestern College parking lot, listening to the radio. It was 7:15am PST, right before plane two hit. I was ignorant to truly understand what was going on. It was almost as if I was listening to old time radio where they were telling stories via the radio. It was completely surreal. Everyone at school was walking around like a zombie, lost and confused, just like

me. Classes were canceled, work was fixed on the news. There was nothing we can do but listen.

The lives were lost, the heroes that tried, the unity we became. I am thankful. For all who put their lives on the line day to day, thank you. With all my heart, with all my family’s heart, we have gratitude.