That's where I feel I am. In the middle. The quiet. The relaxed.
My loving and amazing and remarkable husband coordinated with Maya to give me a night out. A night to relax. To sit. To talk and be and chill. I sit here after a glass of wine in a cozy bar, an hour in a hot tub under the rain filled sky and laying down in a dry sauna that filled my lungs with heat.
Thank you is not enough to say. There is a motion, a look, a sigh and sound that all wrapped into one could express what I'm feeling. Gratitude and peace and love.
A deep breath and a sigh and I can't wait to sink my head into my pillow.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Back Home
Ahhhh, back home. Home to my boys and my work and my life. This past week was intense. I was doing so well at keeping my head afloat and then I just felt like I went under. I spent the last week at my moms, arriving the night before she was discharged from the hospital and I stayed until Monday afternoon of this week.
The first few days at her house were challenging to say the least. I don't think I stopped crying for three days straight. It was trips to the grocery store, to the pharmacy and getting used to strapping on my mothers new brace that I told her was her new best friend. A million calls to my sister and to Matt asking for help or to just listen. The cancer is up and down her spine as well as in her lymph system. There is a section of spine that is now no longer there and her stability is compromised. This is why she now has a brace that she wears whenever up and around to help support her body.
There is good news in all of this. It seems funny to say "good news" in relationship to cancer, but there is. The type she has is HER2 negative which means that it isn't as aggressive as they thought and that between the radiation she had as well as the hormone pills she's taking to starve the cancer of the estrogen it feeds off of, she should have more time than we originally thought.
So, I'm back up, breathing and smiling. Things are looking good and I'm feeling like I have a handle on my life again. I packed a car load of her most needed things, clothes, photographs, the things you take with you wherever you go. I left her on Monday early afternoon and my sister arrived that night and packed her in the car the next morning and drove her to LA. She'll be staying at my sisters through mid January and then she's going to come live with Matt and I for 6 months. Time, we have some time. Time for her to get to know Miles, to play with Mason and to enjoy our family. After those 6 months she'll move to my sisters for her 6 months. It's the plan that we have for now and it feels good.
Now, I have to quickly settle in to life the way it was only to get ready for our trip to Michigan for Christmas to see Matt's family. Whew!
I must say that despite how difficult this past week was, I will treasure it forever. I was able to be with my mom, alone and talk and sort through her life. The drawers full of nick knacks and the photographs on the walls. The jewelry, the pewter collection, the stuff that makes up a life, her life. It was a gift to have that time.
It was hard to be away from Matt and the boys but they survived and had some good bonding time and now that I'm home, I'm appreciating everything all that much more. Life. Strange, wonderful, difficult and all we've got.
The first few days at her house were challenging to say the least. I don't think I stopped crying for three days straight. It was trips to the grocery store, to the pharmacy and getting used to strapping on my mothers new brace that I told her was her new best friend. A million calls to my sister and to Matt asking for help or to just listen. The cancer is up and down her spine as well as in her lymph system. There is a section of spine that is now no longer there and her stability is compromised. This is why she now has a brace that she wears whenever up and around to help support her body.
There is good news in all of this. It seems funny to say "good news" in relationship to cancer, but there is. The type she has is HER2 negative which means that it isn't as aggressive as they thought and that between the radiation she had as well as the hormone pills she's taking to starve the cancer of the estrogen it feeds off of, she should have more time than we originally thought.
So, I'm back up, breathing and smiling. Things are looking good and I'm feeling like I have a handle on my life again. I packed a car load of her most needed things, clothes, photographs, the things you take with you wherever you go. I left her on Monday early afternoon and my sister arrived that night and packed her in the car the next morning and drove her to LA. She'll be staying at my sisters through mid January and then she's going to come live with Matt and I for 6 months. Time, we have some time. Time for her to get to know Miles, to play with Mason and to enjoy our family. After those 6 months she'll move to my sisters for her 6 months. It's the plan that we have for now and it feels good.
Now, I have to quickly settle in to life the way it was only to get ready for our trip to Michigan for Christmas to see Matt's family. Whew!
I must say that despite how difficult this past week was, I will treasure it forever. I was able to be with my mom, alone and talk and sort through her life. The drawers full of nick knacks and the photographs on the walls. The jewelry, the pewter collection, the stuff that makes up a life, her life. It was a gift to have that time.
It was hard to be away from Matt and the boys but they survived and had some good bonding time and now that I'm home, I'm appreciating everything all that much more. Life. Strange, wonderful, difficult and all we've got.
Back Home
Ahhhh, back home. Home to my boys and my work and my life. This past week was intense. I was doing so well at keeping my head afloat and then I just felt like I went under. I spent the last week at my moms, arriving the night before she was discharged from the hospital and I stayed until Monday afternoon of this week.
The first few days at her house were challenging to say the least. I don't think I stopped crying for three days straight. It was trips to the grocery store, to the pharmacy and getting used to strapping on my mothers new brace that looks like a turtle shell. I told her it was her new best friend. A million calls to my sister and to Matt asking for help or to just listen. The cancer is up and down her spine as well as in her lymph system. There is a section of spine that is now no longer there and her stability is compromised. This is why she now has a brace that she wears whenever up and around to help support her body.
There is good news in all of this. It seems funny to say "good news" in relationship to cancer, but there is. The type she has is HER2 negative which means that it isn't as aggressive as they thought and that between the radiation she had as well as the hormone pills she's taking to starve the cancer of the estrogen it feeds off of, she should have more time than we originally thought.
So, I'm back up, breathing and smiling. Things are looking good and I'm feeling like I have a handle on my life again. I packed a car load of her most needed things, clothes, photographs, the things you take with you wherever you go. I left her on Monday early afternoon and my sister arrived that night and packed her in the car the next morning and drove her to LA. She'll be staying at my sisters through mid January and then she's going to come live with Matt and I for 6 months. Time, we have some time. Time for her to get to know Miles, to play with Mason and to enjoy our family. After those 6 months she'll move to my sisters for 6 months. It's the plan that we have for now and it feels good.
Now I have to quickly settle in to life the way it was only to get ready for our trip to Michigan for Christmas to see Matt's family. Whew!
I must say that despite how difficult this past week was, I will treasure it forever. I was able to be with my mom, alone and talk and sort through her life. The drawers full of nick knacks and the photographs on the walls. The jewelry, the pewter collection, the stuff that makes up a life, her life. It was a gift to have that time.
It was hard to be away from Matt and the boys but they survived and had some good bonding time and now that I'm home, I'm appreciating everything all that much more. Life is strange and wonderful and difficult and really, it's all we've got.
The first few days at her house were challenging to say the least. I don't think I stopped crying for three days straight. It was trips to the grocery store, to the pharmacy and getting used to strapping on my mothers new brace that looks like a turtle shell. I told her it was her new best friend. A million calls to my sister and to Matt asking for help or to just listen. The cancer is up and down her spine as well as in her lymph system. There is a section of spine that is now no longer there and her stability is compromised. This is why she now has a brace that she wears whenever up and around to help support her body.
There is good news in all of this. It seems funny to say "good news" in relationship to cancer, but there is. The type she has is HER2 negative which means that it isn't as aggressive as they thought and that between the radiation she had as well as the hormone pills she's taking to starve the cancer of the estrogen it feeds off of, she should have more time than we originally thought.
So, I'm back up, breathing and smiling. Things are looking good and I'm feeling like I have a handle on my life again. I packed a car load of her most needed things, clothes, photographs, the things you take with you wherever you go. I left her on Monday early afternoon and my sister arrived that night and packed her in the car the next morning and drove her to LA. She'll be staying at my sisters through mid January and then she's going to come live with Matt and I for 6 months. Time, we have some time. Time for her to get to know Miles, to play with Mason and to enjoy our family. After those 6 months she'll move to my sisters for 6 months. It's the plan that we have for now and it feels good.
Now I have to quickly settle in to life the way it was only to get ready for our trip to Michigan for Christmas to see Matt's family. Whew!
I must say that despite how difficult this past week was, I will treasure it forever. I was able to be with my mom, alone and talk and sort through her life. The drawers full of nick knacks and the photographs on the walls. The jewelry, the pewter collection, the stuff that makes up a life, her life. It was a gift to have that time.
It was hard to be away from Matt and the boys but they survived and had some good bonding time and now that I'm home, I'm appreciating everything all that much more. Life is strange and wonderful and difficult and really, it's all we've got.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Picture Taking Made Easy
With everything going on, and there has been quite a lot, I keep neglecting to blog about some exciting and happy news!
I'm part of an organization called Ladies Who Launch (LWL). It's a national group that is geared toward women who have either started a business, want to start a business or are thinking about it. There are local chapters of women who meet on a monthly basis although I'm not sure how much this varies between cities and locations.
My group was run out of Marin county and was wonderful. Karen Anderson was my "Incubator" leader. An incubator is a series of meetings where you get together with other women and your leader to formulate and direct your "project". When I did my incubator a little over a year ago I was just in the launching phase of Forget Me Not Design. I was able to hear other women's opinions and thoughts about my business. I wrote a press release and heard vision statements from the group of how far they could see my business develop. It was instrumental and incredibly valuable.
Other organizations and companies companies contact LWL for various reasons. Mommy Mastermind is one of those companies. They put a call out for women who were interested to be a part of their online magazine. I submitted an email with a description of myself and my business and they said they would be more than happy to have me be a contributer. Yay!
Here's a link to the article. I started to write about book making, but they wanted the article to be more a DIY. As I started writing and researching online companies such as blurb and ibook I was completely stopped. I didn't know anything about designing a book like that and was finding it difficult to put words to a page. My sister, brilliant as she can be, asked me what I could write about that I did know in a DIY format. What would I want to share with people to help them in some way in relationship to photography and images.
Here is the birth of that conversation between my sister and myself. I've received wonderful feedback from the friends, family and business partners that I've shared this with so I hope you enjoy it as well.
Picture Taking Made Easy!
I'm part of an organization called Ladies Who Launch (LWL). It's a national group that is geared toward women who have either started a business, want to start a business or are thinking about it. There are local chapters of women who meet on a monthly basis although I'm not sure how much this varies between cities and locations.
My group was run out of Marin county and was wonderful. Karen Anderson was my "Incubator" leader. An incubator is a series of meetings where you get together with other women and your leader to formulate and direct your "project". When I did my incubator a little over a year ago I was just in the launching phase of Forget Me Not Design. I was able to hear other women's opinions and thoughts about my business. I wrote a press release and heard vision statements from the group of how far they could see my business develop. It was instrumental and incredibly valuable.
Other organizations and companies companies contact LWL for various reasons. Mommy Mastermind is one of those companies. They put a call out for women who were interested to be a part of their online magazine. I submitted an email with a description of myself and my business and they said they would be more than happy to have me be a contributer. Yay!
Here's a link to the article. I started to write about book making, but they wanted the article to be more a DIY. As I started writing and researching online companies such as blurb and ibook I was completely stopped. I didn't know anything about designing a book like that and was finding it difficult to put words to a page. My sister, brilliant as she can be, asked me what I could write about that I did know in a DIY format. What would I want to share with people to help them in some way in relationship to photography and images.
Here is the birth of that conversation between my sister and myself. I've received wonderful feedback from the friends, family and business partners that I've shared this with so I hope you enjoy it as well.
Picture Taking Made Easy!
Human Kindness
Sometimes I'm amazed by the kindness of others. The sheer thoughtfulness and love that is coursing through their body. I was brought to tears over the last few days from just this.
Thursday was a tough day. Both of my boys were home and looking forward to a "mommy day". The head ache from the night before had turned into a full blown cold and I was feeling like staying in bed. I decided to bring joy to the boys and announced that it was going to be a TV day! I thought Mason was going to fall over from excitement. Miles seeing the biggest smile on his brothers face understood this meant something good and began to bounce up and down.
This started off as an o.k. thing to be doing but there were things I needed to do. One of which was get my mothers insurance straightened out. I can't even begin to go into the details of this but I've discovered how incredibly horrific big business can be. Phone call after phone call, transfer after transfer, no one could help me. The hours started blurring by and I knew I was in trouble when I came out to the living room to check on the boys and Miles was passed out. O.K. maybe it's time for a break!
I carried Miles up to bed and made lunch for Mason. Once he was done eating he quickly reminded me that it was a TV day so come on, lets go back to watch another show! Me, back on the phone. I'll just say 5 1/2 hours. Yes, 5 1/2 hours of talking with people that I want to call morons but my conscience tells me that's not so nice. I think I would probably put Mason on a time out for that. Hmmm. Can someone put me on a time out? I think that's exactly what I'm needing these days.
But, back to the point of this. After Miles woke up and I carried him past the tv to the office to sit with me for a bit while he woke fully up and he proceeded to scream "more tv, more tv, more tv" I gave in to the depression. I sat him back down with his brother and plopped myself right beside them. I think that lasted 5 minutes when the doorbell rang. Now, this was just about my worst nightmare at that exact instant. Could I run away? Just not answer the door? Impossible with two little boys who think anyone from Santa to the Easter Bunny could be on the other side.
I picked myself up from the couch and opened the door. Me, not showered, hair in a pony tail and a messy one at that, no make-up and still in my pajamas. The boys, in front of our too large television that makes me think we're at a small theatre each time I look at it, still in their pajamas and jumping on the couch. Sigh. That's a nice sight for any house guest to witness.
Lisa was standing there, on the other side of that door. An angel that came to make my day turn into something more than pathetic. She had a basket filled with activities for the boys to do in her arms. She just wanted to come by to drop it off and say hi and make sure I was o.k. I wish I hadn't been sick and that I could have hugged her for what she had done. I probably would have soaked her coat though from the water works that would have poured from my eyes. As she was turning to go she asked if I needed groceries. I burst into tears as she left. Feeling overwhelmed and at a loss for words for how grateful I was at that moment.
The boys were thrilled and couldn't wait to break into the basket. It was filled with all sorts of goodies and finally, the tv went off!
She was back 20 minutes later with a bag of groceries. She not only picked up the few items I had mentioned, eggs, bread, milk and Nyquill, but she brought juice for the boys, chicken soup and a couple of other things. She turned and walked away as I tried to hand her some money. She called out from the driveway "pay it forward, just pay it forward." I of course burst into tears again and stood there crying on my front porch.
Lisa, your kindness is overflowing and I am humbled by you. Thank you for who you are and for being such a bright light in the world. When I start to go too deep inside of myself, you're there to pull me out and remember to think about others and to open my heart as wide as I can.
Thursday was a tough day. Both of my boys were home and looking forward to a "mommy day". The head ache from the night before had turned into a full blown cold and I was feeling like staying in bed. I decided to bring joy to the boys and announced that it was going to be a TV day! I thought Mason was going to fall over from excitement. Miles seeing the biggest smile on his brothers face understood this meant something good and began to bounce up and down.
This started off as an o.k. thing to be doing but there were things I needed to do. One of which was get my mothers insurance straightened out. I can't even begin to go into the details of this but I've discovered how incredibly horrific big business can be. Phone call after phone call, transfer after transfer, no one could help me. The hours started blurring by and I knew I was in trouble when I came out to the living room to check on the boys and Miles was passed out. O.K. maybe it's time for a break!
I carried Miles up to bed and made lunch for Mason. Once he was done eating he quickly reminded me that it was a TV day so come on, lets go back to watch another show! Me, back on the phone. I'll just say 5 1/2 hours. Yes, 5 1/2 hours of talking with people that I want to call morons but my conscience tells me that's not so nice. I think I would probably put Mason on a time out for that. Hmmm. Can someone put me on a time out? I think that's exactly what I'm needing these days.
But, back to the point of this. After Miles woke up and I carried him past the tv to the office to sit with me for a bit while he woke fully up and he proceeded to scream "more tv, more tv, more tv" I gave in to the depression. I sat him back down with his brother and plopped myself right beside them. I think that lasted 5 minutes when the doorbell rang. Now, this was just about my worst nightmare at that exact instant. Could I run away? Just not answer the door? Impossible with two little boys who think anyone from Santa to the Easter Bunny could be on the other side.
I picked myself up from the couch and opened the door. Me, not showered, hair in a pony tail and a messy one at that, no make-up and still in my pajamas. The boys, in front of our too large television that makes me think we're at a small theatre each time I look at it, still in their pajamas and jumping on the couch. Sigh. That's a nice sight for any house guest to witness.
Lisa was standing there, on the other side of that door. An angel that came to make my day turn into something more than pathetic. She had a basket filled with activities for the boys to do in her arms. She just wanted to come by to drop it off and say hi and make sure I was o.k. I wish I hadn't been sick and that I could have hugged her for what she had done. I probably would have soaked her coat though from the water works that would have poured from my eyes. As she was turning to go she asked if I needed groceries. I burst into tears as she left. Feeling overwhelmed and at a loss for words for how grateful I was at that moment.
The boys were thrilled and couldn't wait to break into the basket. It was filled with all sorts of goodies and finally, the tv went off!
She was back 20 minutes later with a bag of groceries. She not only picked up the few items I had mentioned, eggs, bread, milk and Nyquill, but she brought juice for the boys, chicken soup and a couple of other things. She turned and walked away as I tried to hand her some money. She called out from the driveway "pay it forward, just pay it forward." I of course burst into tears again and stood there crying on my front porch.
Lisa, your kindness is overflowing and I am humbled by you. Thank you for who you are and for being such a bright light in the world. When I start to go too deep inside of myself, you're there to pull me out and remember to think about others and to open my heart as wide as I can.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Mom - Update no.1 - Life Interrupted
Thank you to everyone who's offered prayers and words of encouragement. I feel so blessed by how many people have reached out toward me and my family. I don't have a ton of answers but I do have some and will share where we are at this moment.
We received some very hopeful news regarding the cancer. It is in fact the breast cancer that is back after 21 years. Crazy but true. It is the type that has the estrogen receptors at the ends which means it is responsive to treatment. Now she is in line for more tests on her heart and brain and more of her body to determine where exactly the cancer is and if her heart is strong enough to undergo chemotherapy.
My sister and I are looking to move her to California to be near and with us for this next phase of treatment. There are a ton of questions swirling through my head and no one has any definitive answers for us. It is forcing me to live in this moment. The one I'm in right now. I can think about the next few days or even couple of weeks, but I can't go much farther than that.
She is still in the hospital, her best friend is with her. I'm planning on taking another trip back when she is discharged from the hospital. When this is, I don't know but most likely next week.
(It feels good to write some of this down. Maybe it will help me grasp what's happening a little more than I think I am. I'm tired and fighting a cold so the urge to just crawl into bed is strong but there is so much to be done! Doing is good for me though, it keeps me focused and moving forward and I need that.)
Now we're on to questions about where she's going to live, treatment options and insurance coverage. I feel lost with some of it and overwhelmed but know that between my sister and I we'll figure it out. Right?! We have to.
There is so much more I want to share, get out of my brain and on paper as they used to say about her. About who she is. There is this crazy combination of laughter and anger that makes up who she is. A New York accent even though she's lived here for the past 40 or so years and a sense of humor that can border on the line of inappropriate which makes it all that more funny.
She has that humor and strong spirit still and is, I'm sure, making her floor the most fun to be on for any of the nurses at the hospital.
I'll update more as I know more and again, thank you to everyone who has us in their prayers.
Here's a photo of my sister, myself and my mom from my shower when I was getting married to Matt. Thanks Christine for finding this! oxoxoxox
We received some very hopeful news regarding the cancer. It is in fact the breast cancer that is back after 21 years. Crazy but true. It is the type that has the estrogen receptors at the ends which means it is responsive to treatment. Now she is in line for more tests on her heart and brain and more of her body to determine where exactly the cancer is and if her heart is strong enough to undergo chemotherapy.
My sister and I are looking to move her to California to be near and with us for this next phase of treatment. There are a ton of questions swirling through my head and no one has any definitive answers for us. It is forcing me to live in this moment. The one I'm in right now. I can think about the next few days or even couple of weeks, but I can't go much farther than that.
She is still in the hospital, her best friend is with her. I'm planning on taking another trip back when she is discharged from the hospital. When this is, I don't know but most likely next week.
(It feels good to write some of this down. Maybe it will help me grasp what's happening a little more than I think I am. I'm tired and fighting a cold so the urge to just crawl into bed is strong but there is so much to be done! Doing is good for me though, it keeps me focused and moving forward and I need that.)
Now we're on to questions about where she's going to live, treatment options and insurance coverage. I feel lost with some of it and overwhelmed but know that between my sister and I we'll figure it out. Right?! We have to.
There is so much more I want to share, get out of my brain and on paper as they used to say about her. About who she is. There is this crazy combination of laughter and anger that makes up who she is. A New York accent even though she's lived here for the past 40 or so years and a sense of humor that can border on the line of inappropriate which makes it all that more funny.
She has that humor and strong spirit still and is, I'm sure, making her floor the most fun to be on for any of the nurses at the hospital.
I'll update more as I know more and again, thank you to everyone who has us in their prayers.
Here's a photo of my sister, myself and my mom from my shower when I was getting married to Matt. Thanks Christine for finding this! oxoxoxox
Mom - Update no.1 - Life Interrupted
Thank you to everyone who's offered prayers and words of encouragement. I feel so blessed by how many people have reached out toward me and my family. I don't have a ton of answers but I do have some and will share where we are at this moment.
We received some very hopeful news regarding the cancer. It is in fact the breast cancer that is back after 21 years. Crazy but true. It is the type that has the estrogen receptors at the ends which means it is responsive to treatment. Now she is in line for more tests on her heart and brain and more of her body to determine where exactly the cancer is and if her heart is strong enough to undergo chemotherapy.
My sister and I are looking to move her to California to be near and with us for this next phase of treatment. There are a ton of questions swirling through my head and no one has any definitive answers for us. It is forcing me to live in this moment. The one I'm in right now. I can think about the next few days or even couple of weeks, but I can't go much farther than that.
She is still in the hospital, her best friend is with her. I'm planning on taking another trip back when she is discharged from the hospital. When this is, I don't know but most likely next week.
(It feels good to write some of this down. Maybe it will help me grasp what's happening a little more than I think I am. I'm tired and fighting a cold so the urge to just crawl into bed is strong but there is so much to be done! Doing is good for me though, it keeps me focused and moving forward and I need that.)
Now we're on to questions about where she's going to live, treatment options and insurance coverage. I feel lost with some of it and overwhelmed but know that between my sister and I we'll figure it out. Right?! We have to.
There is so much more I want to share, get out of my brain and on paper as they used to say about her. About who she is. There is this crazy combination of laughter and anger that makes up who she is. A New York accent even though she's lived here for the past 40 or so years and a sense of humor that can border on the line of inappropriate which makes it all that more funny.
She has that humor and strong spirit still and is, I'm sure, making her floor the most fun to be on for any of the nurses at the hospital.
I'll update more as I know more and again, thank you to everyone who has us in their prayers.
Here's a photo of my sister, myself and my mom from my shower when I was getting married to Matt. Thanks Christine for finding this! oxoxoxox
We received some very hopeful news regarding the cancer. It is in fact the breast cancer that is back after 21 years. Crazy but true. It is the type that has the estrogen receptors at the ends which means it is responsive to treatment. Now she is in line for more tests on her heart and brain and more of her body to determine where exactly the cancer is and if her heart is strong enough to undergo chemotherapy.
My sister and I are looking to move her to California to be near and with us for this next phase of treatment. There are a ton of questions swirling through my head and no one has any definitive answers for us. It is forcing me to live in this moment. The one I'm in right now. I can think about the next few days or even couple of weeks, but I can't go much farther than that.
She is still in the hospital, her best friend is with her. I'm planning on taking another trip back when she is discharged from the hospital. When this is, I don't know but most likely next week.
(It feels good to write some of this down. Maybe it will help me grasp what's happening a little more than I think I am. I'm tired and fighting a cold so the urge to just crawl into bed is strong but there is so much to be done! Doing is good for me though, it keeps me focused and moving forward and I need that.)
Now we're on to questions about where she's going to live, treatment options and insurance coverage. I feel lost with some of it and overwhelmed but know that between my sister and I we'll figure it out. Right?! We have to.
There is so much more I want to share, get out of my brain and on paper as they used to say about her. About who she is. There is this crazy combination of laughter and anger that makes up who she is. A New York accent even though she's lived here for the past 40 or so years and a sense of humor that can border on the line of inappropriate which makes it all that more funny.
She has that humor and strong spirit still and is, I'm sure, making her floor the most fun to be on for any of the nurses at the hospital.
I'll update more as I know more and again, thank you to everyone who has us in their prayers.
Here's a photo of my sister, myself and my mom from my shower when I was getting married to Matt. Thanks Christine for finding this! oxoxoxox
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sneak Peak - Mila
With everything going on over this past week I was feeling the urge to crawl into bed and just sleep. O.K. so, having two boys under 5 makes that pretty much impossible but the urge was there none the less!
I had a photo shoot scheduled for Saturday and Matt seemed to think that I should get out in the world and do something creative. Be around a baby and forget about sickness and cancer for a moment. He was right! It was so nice to drive to the city and see Sara, Matt and Mila who is 11 months old. I put Sara and Matt's wedding album together not too long ago and they are just kind, gentle people. They made the two hours I spent with them enjoyable and easy. Mila was amazing and didn't cry or fuss one bit. She's adorable! which makes picture taking so much easier too.
Here's a sneak peak of a couple of shots. I'll post more in the week or so to come.
I also want to thank everyone who has been sending love and support for myself, my family and my mom. It's crazy but we're still waiting for information that should hopefully come tomorrow so that we know more about how to move forward. Everyones thoughts and prayers have filled my heart and brought me to tears.
Thank you!
I had a photo shoot scheduled for Saturday and Matt seemed to think that I should get out in the world and do something creative. Be around a baby and forget about sickness and cancer for a moment. He was right! It was so nice to drive to the city and see Sara, Matt and Mila who is 11 months old. I put Sara and Matt's wedding album together not too long ago and they are just kind, gentle people. They made the two hours I spent with them enjoyable and easy. Mila was amazing and didn't cry or fuss one bit. She's adorable! which makes picture taking so much easier too.
Here's a sneak peak of a couple of shots. I'll post more in the week or so to come.
I also want to thank everyone who has been sending love and support for myself, my family and my mom. It's crazy but we're still waiting for information that should hopefully come tomorrow so that we know more about how to move forward. Everyones thoughts and prayers have filled my heart and brought me to tears.
Thank you!
Sneak Peak - Mila
With everything going on over this past week I was feeling the urge to crawl into bed and just sleep. O.K. so, having two boys under 5 makes that pretty much impossible but the urge was there none the less!
I had a photo shoot scheduled for Saturday and Matt seemed to think that I should get out in the world and do something creative. Be around a baby and forget about sickness and cancer for a moment. He was right! It was so nice to drive to the city and see Sara, Matt and Mila who is 11 months old. I put Sara and Matt's wedding album together not too long ago and they are just kind, gentle people. They made the two hours I spent with them enjoyable and easy. Mila was amazing and didn't cry or fuss one bit. She's adorable! which makes picture taking so much easier.
Here's a sneak peak of a couple of shots. I'll post more in the weeks to come.
I also want to thank everyone who has been sending love and support for myself, my family and my mom. It's crazy but we're still waiting for information that should hopefully come tomorrow so that we know more about how to move forward. Everyone's thoughts and prayers have filled my heart and brought me to tears.
Thank you!
I had a photo shoot scheduled for Saturday and Matt seemed to think that I should get out in the world and do something creative. Be around a baby and forget about sickness and cancer for a moment. He was right! It was so nice to drive to the city and see Sara, Matt and Mila who is 11 months old. I put Sara and Matt's wedding album together not too long ago and they are just kind, gentle people. They made the two hours I spent with them enjoyable and easy. Mila was amazing and didn't cry or fuss one bit. She's adorable! which makes picture taking so much easier.
Here's a sneak peak of a couple of shots. I'll post more in the weeks to come.
I also want to thank everyone who has been sending love and support for myself, my family and my mom. It's crazy but we're still waiting for information that should hopefully come tomorrow so that we know more about how to move forward. Everyone's thoughts and prayers have filled my heart and brought me to tears.
Thank you!
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