I’m so excited to share with you this recent session with Stacey and Brian.  They were celebrating their 4th wedding anniversary on the day that we shot this session.  They wanted something a little different and we were more than happy to accommodate that! I really wanted their session to be relaxed and romantic and for their personalities to shine through.  I think we may have achieved that!

For some reason as I was editing these this poem by Shel Silverstein kept running through my head.  I think it’s fitting, don’t you?

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

“The saddest thing about life is you don’t remember half of it.  You don’t even remember half of half of it.  Not even a tiny percentage, if you want to know the truth.” -Donald Miller from A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

I just picked this book up today and I haven’t even read the first page and I’m already captivated by this thought. Can you imagine how many things in your life that you actually FORGET!??  Things or events that at the time seem mundane, but isn’t that what makes up a life?  A series of random events that you are most likely to forget.  That makes me sad.  I want to remember the little things.

Today I was reminded of a little thing.  My daughter had to be picked up early from school today since she has mysteriously developed a sore throat and a fever.  So I brought her home and immediately set to work making her a bed on the couch.  I brought her pillow and blanket from her bed and her favorite stuffed puppy.  I put her favorite movie on t.v. and turned off all the lights and turned on the ceiling fan.  I gave her medicine and got her a drink to keep next to her makeshift bed.  Then I took a deep breath and I FELT a memory.  Not a specific event just the memory of all the times my mom did this for me.  I could practically feel the cold washcloth on my forehead.  Isn’t it amazing how quickly we forget these little moments in our lives?  Perhaps, this is why I am drawn to photography.  I am desperate to save these moments for myself and for others.

This past Saturday Saylor and I got together with some good friends of ours and we attempted to create a memory that we will all file away for the future.  I know that afternoon is one I won’t soon forget and I hope when they view these images they will feel the same way.  I will remember the laughs and the time spent with friends.  I hope they will remember how they looked when their family was just the two of them.  One of my most precious photos is of Saylor and I shortly before we found out our family was about to get bigger.  I look at that photo and I remember the moment vividly.  It makes me smile every time I look at it.

O.K.  Enough sappiness for a Wednesday evening.  Just found out my parents are making an impromptu visit and I have to figure out dinner.

Enjoy these photos of Andrew and Christine!