The Shields Family

Monday was supposed to be a scorcher. The forecast said a high of 90. If the high gets much above 80, I start to internally complain. When the high reaches 90, those internal complaints become pretty external. Fortunately, however, I don’t believe it reached 90 in our neighborhood. Even still, for the first time (that I remember anyway), I sported shorts to a portrait session because I knew I would do some running after three adorable kids, and I didn’t want to be a sweaty mess. Read more


