So, just a few weeks ago I fell in love again. Didn’t think it was possible, but my newest nephew made my heart swoon. If you’ve been following along, you know that my baby sister, Alyssa and her husband, Adam, were expecting their first child this year. I had the most awesome privilege of photographing my sister’s labor and delivery of their son (which I just got around to blogging yesterday). Fast forward to two weeks later, after the blur of childbirth had subsided, my sister asked for some newborn images – be still my heart. Granted, I am 100% completely biased, but he is one of the most adorable babies I’ve ever seen. Check out the head of hair! Beyond his good looks, he has these amazing parents who are doing a bang up job.
I can’t wait to see what you will bring to the world, sweet S. Your cousins, your uncle, and I love you already. Welcome, little one. Our side of the family may be a little overwhelming at times, but we’ve got so much love. So much.
I don’t even know where to begin. Do I tell you about how amazing my baby sister was? Do I tell you about how supportive my brother-in-law was? Do I tell you how honored I was to be able to witness the birth of my nephew? I could go on and on, honestly, and I would be gushing about it all. In short, my baby sister opted for no epidural (!) and went purely with nitrous oxide (hence the mask-thingy) throughout all 18 hours of labor. Can you say rock star? Adam never left her side (save for a tiny cat nap) and talked her down after each contraction. After all of that, a beautiful, nearly 9-pound baby boy was born, head FULL of hair. All of a sudden, there was more love in the world. Should you have a couple of minutes to catch a glimpse of the G-rated version of events, please check it out.
This is something I will *never* forget. While I have given birth two times before, having the wherewithal to take it in is a completely different story. Alyssa and Adam, thank you a million times over for trusting me to be there with you, camera in hand, to document the start of this new chapter. It may be the most challenging and most rewarding thing you’ll ever do.
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Go ahead, ask me. Just how excited am I for my baby sister to have a baby? WAY too excited. It must be something about her being the last of the four of us sisters to have a baby. Or maybe it’s because she’s one of the cutest pregnant ladies I’ve seen? Perhaps it’s because I’ll finally get to repay some of the babysitting she’s done for me over the years. Whatever the reason, I’m beyond excited for her and my brother-in-law to enter a new chapter of their life and become part of the parenthood world. They have done the reading; they are taking the classes; they (she) is journaling her pregnancy experience; and they couldn’t be more prepared for what is to come (though, are you ever really prepared?). And all of this is taking place while they are making their new house a home. Brave souls!
Alyssa and Adam, honestly, you two couldn’t be any cuter. And I can’t wait to meet your little nugget. Cannot wait. Thanks for letting me capture a bit of this time – it’s a time so full of anticipation, nervousness, and excitement all rolled into one. May you relish in the calm these last weeks before the little one’s arrival. Boy or girl, folks?
The house was so crowded that you couldn’t walk from one room to another without literally bumping into a dozen people. And each “excuse me” and “oh, did you meet…” was met with an endearing, joyful, or silly story. It was a testament to who Jill was, to who her husband is, and how their son will be loved forever. I left the shiva with my heart sad yet full of love. And my head was swirling.
Several weeks ago I received the news that Jill had passed away. Jill was dear to me not in a sense that I saw her often. I honestly can’t even say that I knew her that well. She was, and still is, dear to me because she touched my heart in a profound way. I spent half of a day photographing her, her husband, and their son back in 2014. That day will forever be in my heart for so many reasons: I learned that sometimes, the bigger the pancake, the better. I learned that we should all actively strive for grace. And it reinforced my belief: that sometimes, it’s the moments in between the big ones that matter. Her passing has pushed me over my fear of following my heart.
While I’ve been working toward this goal behind the scenes for a while now, I am now officially offering a new kind of photography session similar to the one with Jill’s family. A documentary take on YOUR family life. A whole day. A half-day. Think photojournalism meets family. Think of all the little things you notice with your kids in your day, in your home, in your routine that you want to remember. That you want your kids to remember: The way you brush their hair. The way they greet you in the morning. The food oh-so-lovingly thrown on the floor. The way the older one reads to the younger one. The way they wrestle on the couch. The stack of books that are seemingly always *beside* the bookshelf. The way the cleats pile up on the floor moments after they return home.
My girls are still quite young, but I know that years from now, when the surfaces are once again clean, when I’m putting their mail aside for when they come home to visit, when they go on a trip with their friends and forget to call, I’ll be looking for these memories. Here is my genuine nudge to you – think about how you want to remember these days.
If you are interested in a “day in the life” session, please contact me for more info. I’ll be updating the website in the weeks to come. I am offering a limited number of sessions at an introductory rate.
Here is the slideshow from my 1/2 day with Jill, Tim, and their sweet son. Tim, thank you for allowing me to (re)share your story. And to Jill, many thanks, my friend, for your grace, smile, and gentle push.
You got me. I only have two nieces. They each have wonderful budding personalities. Natalie, my godchild and youngest niece, was having a blast exploring the water and the waves when she fell face forward in the water, dress and all. She came up no worse for the wear; she had the exact same look on her face when she stood up as when she fell in. So cute. And Charlotte, the bigger sister, seemed a little less sure about the waves but let her energy shine for the sheer beauty of the beach. Oh, I had so much fun! Last time we were on this beach together for a portrait session, Charlotte was just two years old. My how the time flies! Rainelle and Doug, I truly enjoyed the time I got to spend with you and your two little loves. They light up my heart.