My family is my whole reason for being. I love them so much – there are no words to describe this kind of love. They give me up – a lot. I mean they barely see me on weekends. I’m the ghost who kisses their sleeping faces before I slip out the front door to shoot at sunrise on a Saturday morning. I’m the blurry figure whisking them out the door on Sunday morning as a newborn baby and her family arrive. I’m the tired lady dragging myself in the door at dusk after shooting 3 sessions in the summer sun; sweaty, dirty, positively beat. “When will you be done?” they ask. “Soon,” I always say, but it’s hardly ever soon. I’m playing a waiting game because it’s my only choice. My oldest daughter is 10 and my middle daughter is 8, but my son is only 3 – still home with me- and this time with him is a treasure. But it also means that I have to work weekends – cramming 6 sessions into those two short days. I miss all of the good stuff – the movies, the birthday parties, the roller coasters and the swimming. I can’t wait to be part of the fun, but it’s two years away right now. When my son goes to first grade, life will change dramatically. But it’s a long way off. For now, I have to soak up every minute of our vacation.
We always head to the same spot in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and our spot is in “Waves, NC” . I mean we go to the place where civilization nearly ends. The only thing to do is brave the waves. And sleep peacefully. And forget that life is always pulling me away. I’m overjoyed to be present and I try to capture the joy without getting in the way of it. These are some of my favorite images of my kids and I love sharing them.