Welcome to 2013 and my first personal project post for this year.
For a while now, I feel like my photography journey has pushed and pulled, shed layers like an onion, and picked several new shades of paint for the walls, in short… it’s tried on a lot of outfits. And guess what, my photography journey has finally come Home. I’ve returned to a place in my heart, where picking up my camera to photograph my kids or my family is joyful again and full of excited expectation.
This year, I welcome the opportunity to shoot more personal work and to shoot it from a place of raw vulnerability, hoping that it truly expresses the words and ideas I have inside. In particular, I am excited to share a more personal side of myself and my photography through a project that reaches out to my children. Through letters.
Letters to our Children. Love notes. Things that I want to tell them, right in this year, these moments. Feelings that I want to express. Lessons that I’ve learned that I want to share. Love notes to my little loves. There are so many things that bubble inside of me that will spill out of my heart in a rush, if they are only expressed by my words. But, thankfully, thankfully, God has given me another way to express what is in my heart, for my children.
And so my first of twelve love letters to my children.
Dear Noah and Nicole-
There are everyday moments in each of our lives that shape who we are today and who we will be tomorrow. Most of the time we experience these moments and we don’t think twice about them, categorizing them as normal, or part of the routine. There are some things in your everyday routine that pull and tug at my soul, because I know, that while it seems routine or part of your everyday to you, it is a collection of encounters will be an ever-lasting memory for you as you get older.
One of these very routine moments is breakfast.
Everyday since before you were born your daddy wakes up early and makes breakfast for everyone. But this simple act is so much more. This act, this routine, says how much all of us matter to him. It is his way of making sure our day starts off right, with all of us eating together, filling our bellies with nourishing food, and being together as a family.
Your day starts here.
This routine, is more than a simple act of making your breakfast, but is also a time of engaging with you personally each morning. During this time we ask how you are feeling, what you are excited about for your day. You ask us how the world works, and why the sky is blue, whether Master Xandred and his moogers will ever defeat Jayden and the PowerRangers. These moments, these conversations, in addition to making sure you eat all of your eggs and fruit, are important to both of us.
Breakfast is where my day and your daddy’s days starts too. We love that it starts with your faces, with your hugs, your smiles, and your enthusiasm for play. Though, sometimes you are moody, sometimes I am tired, but we make it through with kisses and hugs, and few mouthfuls of fruit and another cup of coffee (for me).
I can only hope that one day when you are in college, as you run from your chemistry class to your art class with Pop Tart in hand that you will fondly miss your daily morning breakfast and remember this time with a smile on your face. Your dad fixing us breakfast, me coffee cup in hand (or camera), starting our days together, filled with each other.
Mommy and Daddy (January 2013)
I am humbled and honored this year to share this project with several women around the globe. Some of them I know personally, others I will get to know more deeply through this shared desire to write letters to our children. Please visit all of the wonderful women in this circle and read their letters, starting with Marla Misclevitz of Simply Splendid