Beginnings. . .

Two days ago my "little" brother got married.

We are so thrilled for the two of them.

They've known each other for years and years. . .

And for years she was married to Jed's best friend.

Until he passed away last year.

After all they've been through, we could only smile along with them on their special day.

I can't wait to see what their photographer captured for them.  Of course, I couldn't help but snap a few pictures for myself.

And my girls were thrilled to get a few new cousins to play with.

Imperfectly Perfect

When the girls get together and start dressing up I can't help but pull out my camera.

Generally I make it a rule that real clothing must be worn while eating.  Dressups are no fun to clean.

But somehow this white gown slipped through.

And against the white and black kitchen it created an image I couldn't resist.

Of course, once the camera comes out, so do the poses. . .

And of course, the best shots always occur when there is something on their faces.  But I love it anyway.  It just makes them real, and imperfectly perfect.

Waiting. . .

Playing with a friend. . .

While waiting for a friend.

Any excuse to capture this:

A Lesson in Numbers. . .

I recently got the opportunity to take a large family photo for some friends. . .

I learned that large group shots are hard. Especially with cold little ones. But silly faces lighten things up.

And lots of spring blooming magnolia blossoms make things more fun.

Single persons shots are much easier.  Especially when taken of beautiful faces.

But I am always game for practice and learning.

Ahhh. . .

I so want to be doing this right now. . .

There is nothing better than finding a patch of sunshine to lie in on a quiet afternoon.

PINK

When I was fifteen I swore off pink. . . for ten years.  I had a creepy science teacher who used to rub my shoulder and tell me how good I looked in pink.  So. I. never. wore. it. again. . . for ten years.

During those ten years I had a baby girl.  She got a blue and red bedroom.

She wore green and orange and other colors that weren't pink.

We endured being told how adorable our little boy was--despite the mop of curlycue hair with bows (usually white) and adorable oh-so-girly face.

Then I had another girl.  With a four year old girl who LOVED pink and a new baby girl (whose room I decorated in white and yellow and springy green!) I was fighting a loosing battle.  And I didn't really have the heart to hate pink like I used to.

So I figured. . . If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

There is just something about pink.

Anticipation. . .

Someone thinks it's summer around here. . .