Hi, I’m Elizabeth.

I never know what to write on these pages.

I could go at it from a titles perspective and say that I’m a new mom, wife, photographer, etc., but titles are so limiting. Lots of people are moms, wives, and photographers.

I could tell you my stats. I’m in my mid-twenties, with a husband and a baby and two dachshunds. I live in San Antonio, but we’re planning to move elsewhere. I’m 5′6” with brown hair and light-ish brown eyes. That’s boring.

I could tell you the things I love–things like thin lipped glasses of icy water (well, watered ice, really), stationery, Tudor England, Shameless and Mad Men, textiles, eggs with cream cheese, writing real notes to real people, reading books to my daughter and watching her groan and stretch with a beaming smile in the mornings. That list could go on forever, though. I’m lucky enough to have a lot of love and things to love in my life.

I could try describing myself chronologically–starting in 2008, after our college graduation the winter prior, my husband, Eric, and I bought a house, then got married, then I got frustrated with living in San Antonio, so we sold our house, and moved to Austin. During that time we decided we wanted to have our kids young, so we went for it, with some sour luck. 2009 brought a year of falling in love with Austin. After a while that wasn’t enough, so we sold everything and moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts, in early 2010 to try that out. After a few months there, we decided that Austin really was the right place for us after all, so back to Texas we came, but with a fetus too. In January 2011, that fetus became Hannah. Then we decided that Austin wasn’t the right place after all. Detect a pattern?

I could tell you all of those things in any number of ways, and I wouldn’t have even begun to tell you who I really am. I’m still figuring that out.

Here’s what I do know: the last few years have been a whirlwind, filled with both the best and darkest moments of my life. It took us three and half tries before my successful pregnancy with Hannah, but we had so many incredible days on the way.

I write about all of this sometimes. Sometimes I don’t write for long periods of time, but that’s just because I’m busy blasting Lady Gaga to get my sweet kid to sleep or doing yet another load of dirty diapers or editing pictures or reading a book or learning to sew or planning our next trip. These are the good days, and I’m so glad to be living them.