Posted on September 20, 2013
This spring, Sarah contacted me about taking some portraits and candids of her son as a Father’s Day surprise.
We met up at White Point Gardens on a perfect afternoon, and turned Ethan loose so he could turn on the charm.
Just love his freckles.
Posted on September 4, 2013
It’s a huge thing, to leave your kid in the mountains without knowing a soul.
As soon as we put his things in his cabin, he disappeared over the rocks and down the hill, shoeless, like a billy goat.
So I knew he was going to be just fine. But the way he hugged me when we left told me he was nervous.
Charles kept eyeing me on the way back down the mountain, saying, “Are you OK? How are you doing?”
And I was completely OK.
I mean, there were horses, a welcome llama, and a giant slip and slide that runs down the hill into the lake. How could I not be thrilled for him?
And then the week ended, and we were on our way back up the mountain, and about 5 minutes away from the camp, eager to see our boy, and I burst into tears.
The hubs gave me The Baffled Look (I’m not a weepy type person), and I said, “I just…I’m just so ha-ha-haaappy for him, and it’s so sp-sp-eeecial up here, and now he’s going back to ordinary boring home, and I’m not ready for his life to not be spe-eeecial anymore, not quite yet. Sniffle sniff sob.”
Moms can be kind of nuts.
Happy fall, y’all!