I sat here for awhile. Trying to decide how words could possibly do these photographs justice. They can’t. But I will say that moments like these validate what I do. Families like this one show me why God put a camera in my hands. It’s an extraordinary thing to be a part of memories. Whenever I think I’m not good enough or that I cannot go one more day, I am reminded of the grief that led me to my beautiful passion. The grief that found immeasurable peace in photographs.
I am forever grateful to this family for welcoming me into their home and allowing me to be a part of their sensitive moments. We laughed and cried and enjoyed coffee. I noted the real beauty that is their life right now… from tiny handprints on the refrigerator door to dog slobbery floors… to the reminder that God has His own plan for each of us… and that even the evil of cancer cannot overcome His good.
As you view these photos, I hope you can feel the beautiful strength in love. And I hope these photographs touch you in the way that these three beautiful women have touched me.
“If you find it’s me you’re missing, if you’re hoping I’ll return. To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening, in the road I’ll stop and turn. Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end. And the path I’ll be retracing when I’m homeward bound again.”