I am a mommy to two boys. Secondly, I'm an attorney. I live life to collect great stories. If I pass on only one thing to my boys, I hope it's to always receive life as an adventure and not to take anything too seriously.
Why does it seem like each holiday comes and goes so much more quickly than the last? There is barely enough time for the anticipation to build and then the day is over and all I'm left with are those moments of the day captured through a lens.
Our days are just so busy. I wish I had more time to soak it all in.
But then again, those moments that ARE captured through a lens are pretty darn terrific.
The fleeting nature of our lives makes me want to snap shots of everything. Even the seemingly mundane shots turn into a fingerprint of an emotion or a fossil of adventures past.
No matter how busy our days are, they are always brimming with love.
These guys are my life. I feel like I'm in the middle of a really great story, and I just don't want it to end.