.....and told me she hated that "rustic" look. :P

Not really...hate was my word, not hers. BUT she did say she didn't want Rustic...at all. 

I was dying! Perfect, perfect, perfect location...old cars, campers (which I snuck in a few shots just for me), busses, barns, creek...just perfect. I digress. 

What she *did* want is what we gave her. Sweet, lovey, precious, innocent images of her punkins. They were toooo fun! You can see for yourself here.

This session took place just days before the oldest son went off to school. I love that in most of these images, his mom is looking at him so sweet! Can't think about my kids moving away anywhere!!! I cry just at the thoughts of it. 

As I look through these images, I get a strong sense of peace and relaxation. 

It's a feeling that makes my shoulders subconsciously rest and takes my mind to a place far away...a Saturday in the mountains with no agenda, perhaps. 

I love getting to know my clients before our session. I had the opportunity to get to know this girl before she knew me (well, before she knew I was a photographer). My son and her little brother were on the same baseball team together and so we would get to chat at their games. Near the end of the season, connections were made and the family allowed me to document her senior portraits. 

Her sweet spirit inspires me. Her dreams, ambition and love for life is exhilarating. Her look is "beauty" in it's purest form. Overused or not....she's just beautiful. 

I love the simplicity of this session. It feels good to me.

 

The family is gorgeous and just as sweet as they are beautiful. When she came in to see the images, I couldn't contain myself. I cried for her! Ridiculous, I know. Just couldn't help it. 

Her boys are growing up, graduating, moving out...they're just in a new phase of life and it made me sad to think that one day in the not so distant future, Kevin and I will have to go through that, too. Oh Lord, I'm gonna start crying again! 

Isn't it funny how we spend our whole lives as parents preparing our kids for "this" moment and when it comes, we don't want to let go. Seems like it should be easier knowing the goal has been achieved. Not to say that parenting is over at 18/college by any means, but just leaving the nest, ya know? Heck...I'm saying *we* don't want to let go...I'm just flashing forward. I know I won't want to let go. All of my sentences are running together, I'm rambling. Sorry. Sigh....