Filling Up

There is something insanely sweet about photographs. How some can capture the pure essence of the moment. The smells, the feeling of space and time, the way they take my hand and seductively lead me into a daydream. Pair them with a song and my soul takes flight.

I always imagine images filling the nooks of our home, galleries sprouting off the walls and frames piled on the mantle in a picturesque Pottery Barn spread. But in reality we don’t have a mantle and the photos that we do have are shamefully minimal, but meaningful. Yet so many other moments captured call for justice. They plead to be scattered and cluttered and fill up the pale hues of vertical pallets we call walls. For those I come here, give them their platform and fill up my cup.

My cup of golden sunshine. Of beaches and summer and the nitty gritty sand that follows you home and creeps under the sheets of your bed. There’s no escaping it.

It’s filled with walking two-by-two with this little…

Of best friends and family and how somehow they become blissfully the same. (lucky girl? you betcha.) These people, they’re some of my most favorite on earth.

Cousin love. Nothin’ like it.

They runneth over with visits with Gran and Papa and all the fun tricks they bring…

Sun kissed “wings” + gran = glowy bliss

Of new friends little and small and the big people they bring along with them. I adore this little and her big people and am so thankful our paths crossed in the most unexpected of ways. Fate, indeed.

Of Zoo visits. But most importantly of family time, just the three of us. Creating picture potions of milestones, memories and firsts. I love that there are so many firsts. An old world sparkling fresh, beckoning to be discovered. Take my hand little girl. Let’s discover.