Favorite picture of myself? Here it is:

This is the day after I had Brooke. We hadn't left the hospital yet. I had been up for 48 hours straight, having a baby for twelve of those hours, and then up with her the whole first night trying to learn how to breastfeed. I was exhausted, in pain, and thirty pounds heavier than I normally am, but I didn't care. I slapped on some lip gloss and held the love of my life as close as I could. I was proud of myself for surviving child birth and amazed by God's grace. The days ahead would be more challenging than anything I had ever experienced, but all I knew was that I was in love!