Baby, it’s cold outside! I have stayed in as much as I can, but started feeling bad about not getting my kids out much…so I thought it would be fun to do a Valentines day shoot with my girls….just because I can! They were up for it, as long as I promised to let them eat the candy afterward. DEAL!
Crush is good…….I haven’t had one in years…….
Perfectly pink lips…..$1.99 lipgloss
Paker just HAD to wear the tights……and the pettiskirt…….
And They brought a friend along too………. Happy Valentines Day!!
So…..many of you know that I bought a little house to turn into a studio. I still do mostly on location outdoor photography……but I did need a place to shoot babies, and little sessions….and I guess I forgot how much I used to enjoy studio shooting, because it’s been fun. Anyway……I prepped a room to shoot in….and a little reception area…but I needed a dressing room…and a spot for clients to fix hair…makeup….or just look at themselves in a mirror. The tiny bathroom just wasn’t going to cut it. And I have literally almost no budget for this type of thing….so I went to Lowes to wander around and come up with ideas. So I thought…….I’ll buy a vanity light fixture and wire it with a lamp wiring kit so I can plug it into the wall since I have no wiring in my walls….and that is something I haven’t yet attempted. So…….I did it………..I bought a light fixture…..and a wiring kit…..
And trust me……I definitely used the instructions on this one…..
On your way out……..this is your view…….
I wanted my girls to help me…….because I want them to know that……………
A girl can do anything! Girl Power……………..this is for you Brooklyn…..we Believe!
My earliest memory is from before I was two. I was in my mother’s arms and she was carrying me outside to our car parked in front of our house. the street was lined with trees so the sun cast dapples of light on everything. I took everything in, the trees, cars, houses and my mothers hair tickling my cheek. Across the street I saw a woman come out of her house to get into her car. She opened the auto door and looked up at us. My mother waved and smiled at her but without acknowledging we were there, she got into her car and drove away. I immediately felt a tightness in my belly and a wave of protectiveness overtook me; I thought of my mother. What was she thinking? Were her feelings hurt? Did that woman dislike us? Why would she ignore us? I scrutinized her face looking for some sort of indication, but it revealed nothing. She caught me looking at her, kissed me, and put me in the car. That was the end of the moment for her, but it was a beginning of something for me. It was the first time I remember wanting to be a warrior for my mother.
Fast forward a few years and I am outside in the yard on a sunny day, playing with my brothers, sister and father. As is often the case, we are squealing for him to throw us into the air. “My turn, my turn, my turn” is all he hears. We lie on the grass on our backs and our father grabs us by the ankles and pick us up, swinging us upside down. He swings us back through his legs, then forward, back and forth building up momentum until finally with the last swing up he lets go, and up into the air we fly, with butterflies in our stomachs as the ground moves away. When it is my turn, I can never get high enough, and although the moment lasts just a second, it seems much longer. A moment of fearlessness, of knowing I can do anything, and of complete trust in my father’s ability to catch me. Never once do I worry I will fall.
I tell this story to go along with my daughter’s birthday pictures, as a reminder of some of the childhood moments that shaped me. The moments of worry and fearlessness, because at some time when I wasn’t paying close attention, my worries overtook my fearlessness, and it stayed hidden for many years. Fearlessness has found me again and I am happy to have her back.
So my birthday wish for my little girl is this: “Sydney, may your fearlessness always keep your worries at bay, and you can fly.”
Happy 10th birthday, I love you