Some days I have to remember to stop and smell the roses.
People must think since I am a photographer I probably have the most GORGEOUS photos of my own kids. There are a few things wrong with that statement. First thing that all photographers know is your kids do not corporate with you, their parents. They would much rather ignore you and play with their toys. And well, they know all the tricks up your sleeve! As soon you want them to do something— they do just the opposite, OR give you the cheesiest smile they can conjure up. How in the heck am I supposed to work with that? I even try to enlist my husband Russ for some help, but being the spouse of a photographer can take it’s toll. So as you can imagine, Russ has a very short attention span for photoshoots so his help can only last a maximum of 10 minutes—tops. And if there is any crying involved than forget it!
Since photography is my “job”, sometimes I fail to pick up the camera during personal moments to capture the beauty of our every day lives
because—lets face it—I want a break! It’s sometimes hard to enjoy what you love every minute of every day. Even since our second child has been born, I can see that I am taking less photos of the girls. Then I get in a panic and think I am missing all their moments and feel I need to catch up! But today was one of those rare days that I looked at my daughter Brynn and just thought she looked so beautiful with her big curly mane in her face (as it tend to be these days) and those big brown beautiful eyes. She just seemed so mature looking. And I thought to myself, this is the image I want to capture of her. Not all dolled up on a fancy photoshoot where I have to bribe her to sit still and keep shoving fruit snacks down her throat until she just loses it and has a meltdown. But on a day where she is happy, playing outside on her playground at her home with her mom and sister. No bribes. No melt down. Just pure adolescent cheerfulness.
This is how I see Brynn everyday and boy is it beautiful.
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