That's what my oldest used to call Jane when she was a baby. Hannah was only eighteen months at the time but even then, she was cognizant of the pronounced feature of her baby sister.
As much as I look at her, I am always amazed at what's looking back. The other night, I compared Jane's eyes to an adult's eyes, my husband's. Everything about them are surprisingly larger. I don't know where they came from! Super-human orbs, she has!
I've put off posting these images I shot of my Grandmother while I was in Utah a few weeks ago because I just didn't know what to say about them. Truth be told, visiting her was very difficult for me. She has aged so much since I saw her last August and much much more since November 2007. How she has changed.
It was hard to see how little she can take care of herself and how her language has declined due to strokes. She fights to speak. I know it is hard for her. So hard. I can see the struggle in her. Knowing that she feels somewhat helpless made my visit such a poignant experience.
But...
I was so glad to have seen her. I had to show her my children and especially her newest great granddaughter, her 45th great grandchild. I wanted to be able to tell my girl that she met her, was held by her.
I wanted my other girls to see her again and maybe they'll remember, maybe not, but someday they will know her by the legacy she has left behind. Jane will know why they share the same middle name...
Even though holding a conversation with her was futile, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to keep her company, to have her company. I knew she wanted that too. I wanted to have my girls soak up as much as they could of her and place her in their memory. I wanted to search for what I knew to be her and bring it out of her. But this was her... now, and I love her, every bit.
In the end, it was the restlessness of young ones that got me up and out the door. I left feeling happy and sad but very grateful for family.
I hope I get to see her again soon.
My little not-so-willing-to-get-a-photo dancer on her last day of dance class.
She looks way too old to me!
My kids teach me how very often a bad day can dissolve with the simple act of biting into a cupcake.
I need a cupcake.
Did I mention that I am not a wedding photographer?
That said, here are just a few details from the wedding I attended last weekend. I really didn't photograph as much as I would have liked- I couldn't take the heat. It was a beautiful wedding though.
That's how many unread blogs I had when I opened my reader this morning. I have a lot of catching up to do!
I am one lucky lady to have such cute kids in my life!
I finally had the chance to meet my nephew this last weekend. I could tell he was cute from the photos I had seen but I didn't expect such a charmer.
Be still my heart!
I'll be gone for the weekend, but I wanted to leave a peek for the Merrells.
I had such a great morning with this family. They were all so pleasant, down to earth and easy to work with. Oh, and they were fun-- every photographer's dream, really.
I was very worried about the warning of thunder showers, but the clouds delayed their purge and spared us a wet and uncomfortable session.
Thanks so much and enjoy your New York visit!
