Usually when I meet new people and tell them my profession, the first thing they say is “you must have so many beautiful photos of your daughter!”  Truth be told, I don’t.  The ones I do have however are cherished.  They are proudly hung in our home and they bring a smile to my face every. single. day.  With life moving so quickly I have to make a real effort to take portraits of my own family.  While I finally hired a portrait photographer to take our family portraits this summer (go me!), with G’s 3rd birthday already approaching I decided I had to schedule a shoot in my own calendar or she’d be in preschool (gasp!) before I got her back in front of my lens.

 

I’m so happy I did.

 

I am in love with this session.  I am in love with this girl.  These portraits are the first time I’ve looked at her face and the thought “my girl” replaced “my baby.”

 

Don’t get me wrong.  I was tired after shooting all day.  My wrist hurt from editing.  The enthusiasm for this set that I had while shopping had long since past and I’ll be really lucky if my body isn’t covered in poison ivy in 48 hours.  And let’s not forget that 6pm is not a toddler’s most stellar time of day by any means.  But I sit here looking at these images and I feel like I did the impossible.  I sit here mesmerized by them.  The thought “my girl” is replaced by “my angel.”  I captured something intangible.  And I feel it every time I look at them.  And I will forever.

 

And I’m so happy I did.

 

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