Growing up I have always known of courthouses and places of justice where criminals were punished and laywers and law were carried out. They were not places that I ever wanted to go, if I could help it. But, in the last 2 months, my opinions of courthouses have been drastically changed by my experiences.
You, see there are also lovely pieces of justice and law that get carried out there. Pieces that form families, bring hope and future, and open up doors of opportunity that might never have been opened otherwise. A courthouse is where my nieces changed their names and became part of our family, and a courthouse is where I captured some of my dearest friends' adoption of their fifth amazing daughter. You see, there aren't proper words for moments like this, but seeing the day, and being able to capture it really does tell a beautiful story!!! How beautiful is that!
Beautiful, fun, poignant, sweet, AMAZING!!!!
And, now, I am also a firm believer that courthouse visits should always be concluded with visits to the cinnamon roll shop!! Just saying!
Moore family!!! We love you and are so blessed to be able to share pieces of this beautiful life with you!