We sat in Caribou for our pre-shoot consultation. “What are their ages?” I asked and held my breath. “Seven and a half, four and a half, two and a half, two, seven months, seven months, five months, and four months.” I exhaled deeply and let out a little nervous laugh. Eight kids seven and under?...
I don’t remember her details. I do not have a picture of her in my mind. I have an impression. Of happiness. Of kindness. Of a good marriage – a partnership. She and her husband watched my daughter in the nursery while I was at Bible study, and they didn’t just play with the kids...
Here is a little sneak peek of yesterday’s shoot with Noah and Paige. Poor Lucy had to stay inside, but she did sneak out once. And trust me, finding a dog the color of dirty snow during a snowfall is not easy!
When I get a moment to breath again I will post more from this...
Some moms write things down. Some have some super-human memories. I take photographs.
I am afraid to forget the beautiful and the everyday. I am afraid to forget that moment a few days ago when my kids were looking out the window in my office while I worked. How cute they were watching the world go...
