Sometimes, when I am tired or “not in the mood” to shoot (admit it, all you photographers, it happens sometimes)…it’s easy to get in a funk. I get in my car packed full of newborn stuff that I am not really in the mood to haul around and heave a sigh to myself.
I’m convinced the parents of children at my daughter’s school probably think I need to go on the show “Hoarders” since my backseat looks like vintage thrift store opened up shop in the Macy’s bedding section and everyone drank Starbucks and didn’t throw their cups away.
But every time I actually try to have a pity party for myself, I am slapped upside the head with the idea that I get to do what I love. I get to do it a lot. If I was a millionaire, I know I would do it for free. How many people can say that about their jobs? I am blessed in so many ways, but being able to see families expand from one kiddo to two is one of the many perks of doing what I do, and it’s especially nice when the family is as wonderful and gorgeous and the one this little one came home to. All I have to do is open the front door and see the new bundle in their mama’s arms and all my “meh” -ness evaporates in a split second.
Welcome, adorable baby August. I can’t wait to see you again someday….if your sister is any indication, you will be as beautiful as you are sweet 🙂