When you really stop to look, it’s amazing what story can be told from the things we leave behind. There are things that are tossed aside to be played with later. Things that have been placed with tender precision as they hold precious memories that bring us back to a moment in time. Things that are here for only a short time, and other things that will travel with us from home to home and city to city. Each item leaves us a piece of the puzzle as to who brings life into that house….who makes that house a home.
These are the traces of us….
The little white stool that stands outside our front door so my daughter can reach the mail each day.
The mama and baby owl that I received for my first Mother’s Day that sit beside the pile of sidewalk chalk that is never fully put away in the box.
The sink that’s always full of dishes – most times dirty unless I’ve had a few spare moments throughout the day.
The little bride & groom that sat atop our wedding cake, and are now perched on a stack of my daughter’s yearly photo books.
The never ending pile of laundry – evidence that it’s my downfall and the one household task that I continually push to the bottom of the to-do list.
The breast pumps. I never thought I’d be the person who just leaves breast pumps laying around the living room…but there they are. The reminder that a little one lives amongst us.
The clock on the wall that I look at in the middle of the night while I’m up feeding, so that I can attempt to do the math on how many hours of sleep I have left before morning.
I live in the ‘burbs with my husband and 2 full-of-personality little girls, who continually teach me what unconditional love is and how to be a more patient person. Aside from kid giggles and the creak of the garage opening as my husband comes home from work, the sound of the shutter clicking is one of my absolute favourite sounds. Coffee is a necessity not a luxury. I don’t like a quiet house and tend to have music on most of the time – usually it’s country. I’m sure one day my kids will beg me to change the radio station, but for now they are ok with me teaching them the words to Fishing In the Dark. I wish I could wear flip flops or my Toms every day of the year as I really loathe socks. Having to put snow pants and mittens on my 3 year old makes me break out into a sweat (I trust I’m not alone on this one). I have a passion for capturing life as it is. Right here. Right now. I crave authenticity and truth. I want images that make me smile, laugh, cry and take my breath away.