I know a lot of daddies aren’t into a portrait session, which is why I have literally one rule: don’t look at me! Look at your wife, look at your baby, just not at me. And then, once they stop looking at me and start looking at someone they love - someone they actually have a connection with - they forget to be uncomfortable and that’s when the sugar happens. Like this.
I know it’s probably an unpopular opinion, but I like snow! From the cozy warmth of my house, of course, but I like it and I’m not sorry! 🤪
Dreaming of greenery and golden sunsets.
Greeting the day like “heeeey!”
Last night I took a hand lettering course with Sherlin of @larsenlane at @lillamb_boutique and it was SO fun! Hand lettering has been something I’ve wanted to explore for over a year, so when I saw this class, I knew it was a sign. Typically I’d say, don’t wait a year to explore your curiosities, but! Maybe I waited a year to take action on this dream just so I could meet Sherlin, because she is so fun and kind and helpful!
The @shootandshare contest opened up this week, which means I’m rounding up my 50 favorite images from this year. This one is a definite. Mykaela is literally glowing.
Is it weird to post a self portrait here? Maybe, but here it is. One of my focuses for 2018 is self-portraiture. (Another focus is to show up online as the REAL ME more consistently, and also care less about Instagram grids). It’s equal parts uncomfortable and fun and hard (the focus, man, the focus!), and I’m doing it.
It’s been kind of weird at home today. The house feels a little emptier. I find myself looking in all Frankie’s favorite spots as I go about my day, and their vacancy is a harsh reminder. I’m keeping busy with cleaning out my closet (check my story for some laughs), repotting a few plants, and gathering up stuff we don’t use to donate. My first day in 14 years without her. I suppose one day, this will feel normal.
It’s been quiet around here since the holidays. The truth is, my sweet girl is dying. Medical treatments gave us another year after her first diagnosis, but their efficacy has worn off. Wrapping my head and heart around the fact that come tomorrow morning, I’ll no longer have this sweet baby, my long time companion - longer than Andrew and Dakota combined - to snuggle with, to love on, to tease Dakota with... it’s weighing so heavy on me. Beyond grateful this funny, fluffy, sassy, sweet girl wandered onto my porch, hungry, dirty, and very thin, 14 years ago. I’m grateful my brother reassured my 16 year old self that taking her in without Mom’s permission while Mom was at work was a good idea. And I’m grateful my mom didn’t make me put her back outside when she realized what I’d done. I imagine this weekend will entail lots of quiet time on my end, but I’ll be back soon. 💜