These are the days that mean the most. The days where there is no grand occasion to force togetherness, in celebration or in grief. These days aren’t filled with to-do lists, or dreaded grocery shopping. We’re not rushing to dance class, or working hard on tedious homework before hurrying into the bath and bed. Instead, we mosey comfortably from activity to activity, not because we have anything in particular that we have to do, but because we feel like it. Because we’re having fun.
On these days, we eat dinner outside on the porch. We watch the kitten try to catch birds or bugs, while the sun sets around us. On these days, we pick flowers and make daisy chains, and make wishes on the wind. We draw pictures together and color them in just right, so they are worthy of the Wall Art Cork-board in the kitchen.
These are the days I hold nearest to my heart. The days I never ever want to forget.
I say it a lot, but I just don’t know where the time has gone. How is it that I have an almost six-year-old daughter?
Yesterday, we had dance recital pictures. I didn’t get to photograph and document as much of the getting ready process as I wanted. Documenting yourself and your fidgety daughter on a time crunch is hard. But we had a blast. We belted out songs while I curled Evey’s hair, and we played with some make up, before going to Bob Morgan’s Portrait Studio.
After her studio photos, Evey and I went down the street and had our own mini lifestyle photography party. I cannot express how much fun I had watching her prance around in her costume, showing me her sweet dance moves and being a giant goofball. It was a spur of the moment, off-the-cuff sort of photography session but man did we have an amazing time. We stayed out playing until the sun went down. And I honestly couldn’t ask for a better way to spend a Friday night. Nothing is better than quality time with my favorite tiny person. I hope you enjoy these images as much as we do!
It’s Easter weekend so everyone is doing Easter-y type things. Including my tiny family. Which means my camera has been out nonstop and I’ve been photographing all the Easter-y things. But this weekend has also been rife with nostalgic overlaps from my own childhood.
I was a pretty artsy kid and loved all things crafty. I even came up with my own system of how to make little pipe-cleaner people for my sister and I to play with. And now Evey was finally old enough for her very own little pipe-cleaner people. This weekend, I introduced my wee girl into the art of pipe-cleaner creations. So of course I had to document the occasion.
We had a blast. And of course she insisted on taking her little people everywhere with her.
It made my heart happier than I can explain, seeing her play with the little people I created for her. Documenting the joy on her face as she watched them come into being was absolutely wonderful. There was something special about bringing something from my own childhood back to life, and watching her enjoy it as much as I did. And let’s be honest, I still do.
As we all know, today is Easter. Easter egg hunts were always a special activity for my family growing up. As we grew older, my parents made them harder and harder to find, and I must say, the hunts grew very elaborate. We even continued the tradition into adulthood, and my sister and I would take a turn hiding eggs for my parents to find as well.
So watching Evey grow to love hunting for eggs is also very special for me. She is getting so much better each year! I can’t wait to up my game next year.
And while the egg hunting is super fun, the most touching part was being able to watch her run around and enjoy her day, in an Easter dress passed down from my sister. A dress that I remember my sister wearing as we hunted for our own eggs in our favorite house in England.
Parenting is hard. Seriously. Anyone who says otherwise is lying. But these are the moments I live for. These are the moments I am compelled to photograph, so I can’t ever forget them. I cherish the fun times we enjoy and the passing down of fun family traditions. I feel so lucky that I can share these fun things from my own childhood, and bring them back to life with my sweet girl.
Last night was the first elementary school performance that my daughter participated in: Rumble in the Jungle. And let me tell you, it was surreal.
Was it really so long ago that I was up on a similar stage with my own young classmates? I kept having flash backs to my own school performances, standing in formation, with my hair sprayed into perfection by my mother an hour before. We even had coordinating dances or hand movements, to go with the fun songs we belted out, while we carefully made sure our eyes were averted from the bright stage lights.
And yet, last night, I was the parent in the audience. It was amazing, and yet so strange. I was the mother watching (and recording) my tiny girl sing and dance her little heart out. She seemed so grown up, and yet so small. In fact, she was the second smallest child up on stage. But what she lacked in height, she certainly made up for in personality. Every time she noticed us smiling at her, she instantly grew more animated, waving, blowing kisses, and winking at us.
Where did the time go? How did the days snuggling a sweet tiny baby, melt so quickly into days watching my precious kindergartner performing on stage?
Parenting is bittersweet. You absolutely love watching your child grown, but these precious moments also slip so quickly through your fingers. It’s this constant battle of letting go of them, while wanting to hold on to them so much tighter. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
I’m a storyteller by nature. I can’t help it. And I love discovering the hidden stories in life, because everyone and everything has a story to tell.