Little boys. Rough and tumble. Soft on the inside. LOVE sticks. And rocks. And dirt. And bugs. And airplanes and choo-choos. They love kicking and jumping and running and fighting with said sticks and rocks. Boys will be boys. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
They are always calling me actually, but I took some company along with me this time. Company that has grown two feet since I last saw them. Literally two feet. And we wandered and got a little lost. But mostly we giggled because that’s what I like to do.
I often take for granted our wide open spaces. And people come to visit from far away. Often they’ve left but they come back to visit. Most often times in the summer. Most often times during CFD. And it’s the perfect time to grab some family photos in all your gear and head out to...
Gone are the days that you sit in a studio with a hair light and hand under your chin for senior photos. You get to be you. You get to be gorgeously you. And I am so glad because I get to meet some of the most amazing kids out there. Kids who are about...