My best friend had a baby last October (You may remember the birth story). I happen to love him like a nephew (probably because I love her like a sister.) On Monday we took some portraits; to preserve the memory of his arm fat. His two teeth. His big eyes and drooling mouth. To capture this moment in time. Because babies — they grow up. But Holden…before you get too big to sit in my lap. Too big to let momma give you a kiss in front of school. Too big to think your father is a superhero, I give you this: You’re six months old now. You’ve got two teeth, you love Sophie the Giraffe, you are desperate for pizza, and you’re loved beyond measure. As you grow up, I wish for you many things. Friends. A carefree childhood. Enough tantrums to teach your parents patience, but enough discipline...
warm love: amie+dan
Last year I wrote down goals; things I vowed to accomplish in 2012. The list is quite extensive – I’m nothing if not an overachiever – and one of the first bullet points is to get out and shoot. Often. MORE often. To shoot for myself. I contacted some friends and asked if they’d be gracious enough to live their lives in front of me. Out loud. Uninhibited. Real. My darling friend Amie was one of the first people I sought out. I’ve known her for seven years and in that span of time we’ve become dance-in-the-middle-of-a-Katy-Perry-party-while-singing-at-the-top-of-our-lungs-even-if-it’s-remarkably-off-key besties. I am so thankful for her presence in my life – however sporadic our moments together may be. Amie has an energy that is contagious. It’s the kind of bug you hope to catch. She fell in love recently, with a man named Dan. A funny nerd who completely compliments her. Dan...
prelude: amie+dan
Captain’s Log-Stardate: 3/10/2012
Each of us have a unique family dynamic. A story, a past, a history that is our own – storied and deep rooted. I suppose I am no different. But my family dynamic runs wide, rather than deep. I have the family I was born into, the family that became mine when I married, the family that has always loved me, and been loved, as though I’ve known them my whole life, though no blood flows common among us. And then there is my step-family; my step-father and his two children and their families. When he and my mother became a pair in 2004, I finally gained a real-live sister in his daughter, Gwen. We’ve spent the better part of these past years getting to know each other – settling in for talks at family gatherings. And though we don’t spend much time together outside of birthdays and Christmas, and...
