Marcy is a in the trenches kind of friend. She sees me at my worst and hopefully at my best. She knows the pains and the joys. She gets to remind me often to not believe lies that easily slip into my head. We have someone how have managed despite living apart for over 3 years to keep sharing daily life together. I love having the excuse at least once a year to photograph her beautiful family. I love how each of her girls have their own beauty and personality. My favorite photo of the session was the last one posted. It shows, her follow the directions oldest, her easy going daydreamer second, and her take off and conquer third. I am privileged to watch these girls grow up in front of my lens and to have such a great friend in their mom.
It’s for bittersweet reasons I had the opportunity to photograph this family. This family is moving. For this I am sad. I am sad because my youngest walks around the house yelling Lulu, my son is full of excitement after an adventure with Finley, and my oldest recalls the giggles shared between her, Emerson, and Harper. I am sad because we exchange babysitting. I am sad because Lydsay gets me. I am sad because this family has become every so dear to my family. So all of that is the bitter in the bittersweet. The sweet is watching them having a calling on their life and not being afraid to act on it. The sweet is knowing another family doing the hard work of ministry, walking that same journey even if it has to be so far away. The sweet is knowing lifelong friendships have been formed and for this I am so grateful. The sweet is also having the chance to capture their family before we part ways. I love them dearly and so glad to call them friends.