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Military Family Life | {Virginia Beach | Norfolk children and family photographer}

Remember the baby sleeping on his dad’s officer’s hat?

 

He is already ONE…his brother is three, and I got word in December that their dad would be leaving in January for a year. My heart stood still.

Mom wrote back:

“I know… my heart stood still not so much when he told me (he was going), but later, when I had time to think of how much he will miss with the boys.”

What happens in a year?  Far more than I would like to think.  Mom asked me to create a photograph so they could remember and record their family life right NOW.  I want them to told hold onto these precious minutes together.  And so, I hope I froze time for you.  And boys, PLEASEEEEEEE don’t grow up too fast.

 

A HEARTFELT THANK YOU FOR TO ALL OF OUR MILITARY FAMILIES FOR ALL YOU DO AND OF COURSE FOR YOUR TREMENDOUS SACRIFICE TO KEEP OUR COUNTRY SAFE.

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My Vitamix Story | Virginia Baby, Children and Family Photographer

My husband, David, of 12 years + our four children under the age of 7.75, (so that’s not one but two middle children) + a dog who has some hearing loss, (probably from all the screaming) + volunteer work (committees are like rabbits) + my photography BUSINESS (yeah, really, it’s not an occasional hobby) + house + yard + laundry + sticky floors and an abundance of STUFF everywhere + holidays, birthdays + workouts + dinners + homework + coffee + wine + washing my hair and contemplation of 2012′s New Year’s resolutions.

I sat gazing out the window with the nine-mile stare.  Everything seemed to be moving right along, smooth sailing…but then it came. That day.  When the water comes up over my head, and I can’t breathe and I am drowning in a sea of 6 people’s clothes, diapers and one too many deadlines.  And then without fail, (remember-already not breathing), someone unwittingly asks me for ONE MORE (not so small) THING.  And just like that, just as sure as it is round… the ball starts rolling.

The last time it happened, I ranted to David how I was not super-human and wasn’t even trying to be… how I needed a magic wand to do all the things I needed to do in a day. While he is always my Prince Charming, he does not have a wand like the Fairy Godmother.  I wasn’t complaining because I knew I had made my own bed (NO! Of course not that bed-it’s a bloomin’ mess!) Most days, I am able to trudge forward with gusto and energy, but not that day.  The automatic overload protector had been tripped, and I completely shut down.

Does this happen to anyone else???

So as it turns out, I am just like a Vitamix blender. I get overheated and overloaded. There. I said it.

From the Vitamix guarantee, “Quite simply, there is nothing that compares to the power, performance and versatility of a Vitamix when it comes to blending…When you invest in a Vitamix, you are getting the highest-performing, longest-lasting blender available with a warranty to match.”

Luckily, there is a process to reset.

So at the risk of being alone in my piles, as well as sounding insane, I have written this post.

Quick summary:

What to do on “P-day” (Panic Day/that day):

Unplug.

Get some fresh air.

Review your processing techniques.

Gently push back into place.

Make sure recipe does not have too many ingredients.

In the spirit of breathing daily, blend and celebrate.

Cheers.

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Keep it Real | Virginia Beach, Norfolk, Hampton Roads Baby and Children Photographer

Years ago, my cousin Shari sent me a picture of my father and me dancing at her 1995 wedding.  The thing about the picture is that I never knew it was taken.  Another thing about the picture is that it was the only time I had ever danced with my father… and until I laid eyes on the photograph, I could not recall the moment had even existed.  It was like I was staring at two strangers.

Had I known this picture was being taken, I probably would have *tried* to fix my hair,  and no doubt, my mind would have wandered to what the the picture would end up looking like… All instead of giving my father my undivided attention, adoration and affection… Instead of allowing myself to be real.

This photograph represents a once-in-a-lifetime moment.  Every moment is, isn’t it? This particular moment presses hard on my chest, and brings a lump to my throat because not only is it one of the few photographs I have of the two of us as adults, it is the only time I danced with my father in our 24 years together.

I received this image from my sweet cousin soon after he passed away in April 1997. Is how my hair looked significant? I think not.

Do whatever it takes to convince yourself… To BELIEVE… To understand that the camera is not an evil monster spotlighting your flaws, but instead the angel highlighting your life.

If you got this far, thank you… Keep it real.

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