This is going to be a tough one. I always get emotionally attached to my photos because I understand, they are so much more than just photos. These are memories I am providing to these families.
But what happens when the opposite is true? What happens when the people I am photographing are giving ME memories to cherish? Or continuing to give me, I should say.
Case in point, this family. We took these pictures in honor of their first-born son's first birthday. But this family, and most especially, this mother, is not a stranger. She is my oldest, dearest friend. I met her over 30 years ago at dance class and we retained a friendship all these years.
When I look at her face or hear her laugh, I am INSTANTLY transported back in time. To her bedroom, to mine. To the swim club, to drama club. To childhood spats and childhood secrets. So many memories I share with this woman and now I get to make this new memory together with her: when I was given the honor of being the one to take pictures of her, her husband, and their wonderfully perfect, absolutely amazing, so-adorable-and-sweet-I-just-can-barely-stand-it son.
Her Little Man.
Oh, please forgive me. I have to throw in an inside joke that only she and our mothers will get. It's been a thirty year tradition, so I have no choice.
Once upon a time in Arkansas...