every year winter feels so long and so dark and dreary and dreadful i’m sure spring will never come again.
and then, the trees grow buds and blossom and i sob into those blossoms sometimes with sadness and sometimes with happiness but either way, spring came and it was felt.
now it’s summer though so why we talkin bout spring?
here’s the part where I laugh at my own intensity because I want to blow this up into something bigger, which is this:
our lives are littered with love all year round even though we feel it more at some times than others–I keep thinking about how we lose the people we love and then find them again, lose ourselves and then find ourselves again. Lots of times without realizing it, until we’re found once more. So like the seasons changing maybe it’s all one cyclical round of knowing and forgetting, losing and finding, seeking and discovering. Some days that sounds like a big ball of tired to me, but mostly I want to welcome that search with open hands.
(ps just have to let you know: this is what it looks like when i accidentally hurt your child 13 times and they just want to eat marshmallows the whole time. it’s fine, really and truly.)
HELLO guess what if you’re still reading you might be interested in a family session of your own, in which I unfortunately can’t promise not to accidentally hurt your children but I CAN promise to give you images that show you something deeper than just painted smiley cookie cuttered usual-ness. It’s all there, it’s all real and it all deserves to be seen. Let’s chat about your family session.
