Our daughter, getting ready for school on her first day of being nine years old. Time passes by so quickly!
Over the past few months, we have known that our dear friends would soon be moving out of state. Simultaneously feeling excited for them on their new adventure and feeling the great loss their absence will create in our lives, I have found the need to document as much of our time together as possible.
What I will share below, are photos of the girls’ last morning together while working on a film project.
They began with a dance scene,
There was a lot of planning,
I enjoyed watching the director’s vision take shape
Although you are moving far away, we will always be with you in your hearts. We wish you the best of luck on your new adventure and look forward to sharing more stories, continuing our friendship, and to creating more memories (and to seeing the completed movie!).
For months, a momentous event has been underway in our family: my in-laws are moving out of the home they built and have lived in for more than 40 years.
As you can imagine, my focus has been on capturing and documenting as much of the move as possible through photos. I will share more in future blog posts; for now, I would like to share this moment from the move.
Upon discovering that the dining room was empty, our daughter said, “Mom, I’ve always wanted to touch the chandelier! Is it OK?” I nodded, focused my camera on her as she slowly reached up to touch the chandelier, and captured her excitement.
An empty house can be a wonderful place of discovery and adventure, especially from a child’s perspective.
I’m feeling nostalgic this morning and have been spending the last hour looking through photos of our girls from the past few years. I am grateful that I’ve captured so many images of the girls at school, in sports, with their cousins, and especially in the normal everyday moments of their lives.
I connected with this photo today, just as I did with our daughter in the moment I took this photo more than three years ago.
Earlier this week, we were surprised to learn that five eagerly awaited boxes from France arrived and were waiting for pick up at the post office. My husband dashed out the door to pick up the boxes and was back home surprisingly fast.
Knowing the boxes were filled with old family books, we carefully opened them, one by one,
making sure each book was removed gently.
We took time to admire the textures, patterns,
After the books were all unpacked and the girls went off to play, I remained close by with my camera. In the quiet, I watched my husband explore the books,
often smiling as he read more of the inscriptions. I imagined him establishing a deeper connection to some of his relatives from generations past.