This year we had the most adorable vintage VW van at our spring mini session and (of course) the most adorable clients! It drizzled on and off all day long, but in the end we ended up with some adorable photos and fun memories. Thanks to everyone that came out.
This is my “baby” cousin. I know, I know. She’s not a baby anymore. I remember feeding her a bottle, rocking her to sleep, etc. Now she is graduating high school! We aren’t completely finished with her senior photos (because you all know I like a little variety with the seniors), but I had to showcase some of these beautiful ones as a sneak peek. She is officially the first senior I have had that included a bunny in her photos and she absolutely rocked it. Charlie the bunny is adorable and loved the camera.
Oh my goodness do I love a good cake smash session. When Mary Lou contacted me and asked me if I was available, I answered with a resounding “YES”. Here’s the deal about this family. Mary Lou is special to me. Why? Because my dear friend Heather (who was my midwife while pregnant with Jojo) was out of town when my water broke. Most of you know that I’m somewhat of a hippy mama and don’t like any medical interventions unless absolutely necessary. When I found out Heather wasn’t going to be able to deliver Josiah, I panicked. I didn’t know what kind of midwife I would end up with for Josiah’s birth. Thankfully, everything turned out wonderfully because Mary Lou was the midwife that day. I had never met her, but she had recently given birth (naturally) to this beautiful boy and could relate to the kind of birth I wanted. She was absolutely wonderful. She had never met me but she held my hand, looked me into the eyes, and told me not to be afraid and that I was doing great when I had a moment of panic during Josiah’s birth. She didn’t think I was strange for singing songs during my entire labor. She allowed my sweet Mama, husband, and Doula to do their thing during my birth. She didn’t roll her eyes at my birth preferences. She was supportive, caring, and kind. I know that this blog is about her sweet boy Cameron, but I had to brag on his beautiful Mama first! I am ever so grateful for her.
Now, back to this handsome boy. He was super shy at first but once the balloons came out he was much happier. He didn’t dig into his cake like other babies have, but he sure did enjoy the icing. Happy birthday Cam! You are a wonderful addition to this great, big world.
Dignity :: the state or quality of being worthy of honour and respect.
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine shared on Facebook that her father was being taken home on hospice. The most random and strong urge came over me to message her and ask if she would like for me to come over and take some photos: photos of the little things that seemingly don’t matter now, but in the end will matter a great deal. What little things? Things like playing music, having a meal, looking at old photos, etc. In life, we make it a point to capture the “big” memories such as graduating from high-school, getting married, or welcoming a new baby. But what about those “every day” moments? It is in those moments where memories are made as well, right? To be honest, I felt really weird asking Shenah about taking photos. It’s not common to take photos when a loved one goes home on hospice. But the thing is, I am a follower of Jesus and believe that sometimes the Holy Spirit tells us to do bold, weird things. So I emailed Shenah, and surprisingly she said she was thinking of contacting me about the very same thing. Pretty cool. We arranged a date and I arrived at her parents’ house, camera in hand. I captured some very plain, yet special moments as they spend some of their last moments (at least in this realm) with a loved one.
It had been a difficult decision for them, but Shenah told me of how her father hadn’t spoken or eaten in days while he was in the hospital. When she asked him if wanted to stay in the hospital or go home he said, “Let’s go home baby.”. So that’s what she did. She took him home. She also moved herself, her husband, and her children into her parents home during this time of transition. They had built a wall in one of the larger rooms to make a bedroom for him as well as for all of the children. The comfy leather chair in the corner seems to be a popular place to sit. The day I arrived, he was due for a beard trim. They played music as they trimmed his beard, because it seems to ease his spirit. It was also lunch time. They made him a bologna sandwich because that’s his favourite. So is Diet Dr. Pepper. Shenah laughed and said it’s not the healthiest of things, but at least he is eating now. More family arrived, as well as a long time friend. He brought his guitar and played. Memories were made. We were even able to squeeze most everyone in for a family photo. It may have seemed like a mundane day, but memories were made and love was shown in the most practical of ways.