he’ll actually fit into his daddy’s shoes and that freaks me out and breaks my heart. I’m so in love with this age, why cant it just last a little longer? 2 more years, at 19 months, would be just perfect. Oh well, a mommy can dream can’t she? I’ll just end up being the super inappropriate mom that lingers around the school a little too long, just to make sure her “baby” is alright and demands kisses goodbye in front of all his friends when he’s 10. Don’t worry, it’s cool, I’ve got it all worked out and I’m fine with it.
On a less creepy and more uplifting note, my launch went amazing yesterday, I even got a few inquiries about wedding bookings! I’m so beyond thrilled with all the positive responses and great feedback and I’m just so excited to see where this venture takes me. Straight up, I’m just gonna say it, my ultimate goal is to shoot editorial spreads. I want to create pieces of art for the world to see. Whether it be for Vogue or Grace Ormonde, that to me is the dream. I love what I do so much it hurts. OK, maybe HURT isn’t the right word, but it def gives me the butterflies and causes me anxiety (and some other tummy issues) if I go a day without shooting. I eat, drink and breathe photography and I’m so happy to see this little baby of mine growing and flourishing. What started from nothing, has morphed into something wonderful and I couldn’t be happier. It’s funny how easy it is to watch my metaphorical baby grow, while the thought of my human one growing is almost unbearable. I guess that’s the true irony of motherhood. We have our babies, with the idea of raising them into real, live people and yet, all we want is to just freeze time and deal with the growing up part at our latest convenience. I only know one thing to be true at this point in my journey, and that is, I can honestly say that I won’t be sad when my photography has fully grown and takes on a life of it’s own.