Getting a little real here. I skipped a week. Life happens. Here's what happened in mine.
These last two weeks have been pretty insane. When I try to think of a word to describe them, I would say patience, sorrow, excitement, anxiety, and love top the chart. The world lost David Bowie, Alan Rickman, 12 marines in a terrible helicopter wreck, and a close friend of mine. I was extremely excited to photograph an amazing 22 hour birth. Our couch was delivered and it was the wrong one, so we started from scratch on the hunt for living room comfort. My cat was being, well, a cat (aka asshole). But amazingly throughout my ups and downs and slightly dramatic meltdowns, my friends, husband, and children were nothing but amazingly sweet and understanding. I don't know what I would have done without encouragement to keep going, to let me cry (and then belly laugh), and remind me how loved and lucky I am. <3
Since I have almost nothing from my personal life, I'll share a link to the beautiful birth I was so fortunate to be a part of.