Hannah is a good friend of mine, and guess what – she’s also a photographer! The funny thing is, we both became friends years ago, before either of us were interested in photography. Then, at around the same time, we both launched our businesses! Hannah invited me out to coffee for my birthday last week, and I very much enjoyed getting to visit with her and talk shop. 😉
For a while, I’ve been very interested in history and farming. Granted, I live on a farm, so let’s say I’ve had plenty of encouragement for that interest, but I’ve found both fields extremely fascinating and enjoyable. When my Granddaddy decided to visit his sister, my Aunt Susan, in TN last month, I asked if I could join him and go see the farm that he grew up on in the sixties.
Two days after Valentine’s day, Jonathan – a young, struggling entrepreneur, flew in from metropolitan Calgary, Alberta to a small New England town. And why? To meet the girl who would one day become his wife.
In our library hangs a picture. From 1970, a young man, the image of John F Kennedy, sits next to his young bride, a beauty in her wedding gown and bouffant hair. This iconic photographic in black and white perfectly captures young love and a simpler time.
It was seven years ago in January. I remember sitting in the audience, watching Rebecca and John being united for life. It was a momentous occasion – not only for them, but for me. It was the first wedding I’d ever been to. I don’t remember too much about their wedding because I was just a kid, and kids don’t notice the details, but I do remember one thing. They loved each other. And they were excited to be married, and I was excited for them. I remember them leaving the church, and, instead of throwing rice, everyone blew bubbles. I thought it was magical, but it was beautiful and special too.
Every family has something that makes them unique. Well, this one-of-a-kind family has not one, but several things that make it unique. Personally, I’m an authority on the uniqueness of this family – and I might even use a different word – crazy. I should know because I see this family just about every day, and I’ve seen six of these children within just hours of being born. I’ve watched almost every child take his first steps or talk his first word. I’ve held them all and supervised coloring activities. I’ve taken them on walks and played with them. I’ve fought over breakfast with them and sat with them as they do their school.
You know that friend who picks thorns out of your feet for you, is ready to catch you when you’re standing on a wobbly fence, and carries a cat out of your portraits even though she’s scared of cats? The friend who emails you just to tell you how much she appreciates you, and who smiles and supports you when you raise a hair-brained idea? That’s Sam. She’s the friend who says yes to you rag-curling her hair at 9:30 at night, and sings soprano to your tenor/baritone counterpart. Maybe you haven’t had these exact experiences (they’re pretty unique), but you know who I’m talking about. Everyone has that friend, and if they don’t, they need one like Sam. It’s those friends who end up in your bridal party; those friends who last for life.