I get so giddy and wistful on our couples’ anniversaries, when their photos show up in our timehop and I’m like “AWWW TIM LOOK AT OUR LITTLE BEBES!” Happy 2 years Chadwick and Tom, just cried a little about you finding each other, it’s fine
In theory, my motto in this post-baby phase is “DO LESS AND GOD BLESS,” but in reality we are running even faster than ever. Traveling far and wide every weekend for weddings, putting together a blowout Thailand retreat in November, and working with branding clients has made this summer feel about one second long (except when I remember that we only sleep like three hours a night, then it feels... longer 😂). // In the midst of the delirium we’ve been working on a project for @fujifilmx_us: giving refugees beautiful images of themselves. This is where photography all began for me and it feels like coming home to work like this again. We’ve been documenting people who make America better just by being here, valuable and integral members of our communities, who are kind and brave and intelligent. The kind of people I want to raise my babies amongst. We’re so grateful to Fuji for seeing this passion and helping us run with it. Meet John, from the Congo. Soft spirited and strong willed, smarter than I could ever be, and also handsome as hell.
Listen people: in 2014 when we thought we wanted to try photography on for size, Claire hired us to shoot her birthday bash. It was a huge Austin Powers themed blowout downtown, and she handed out so many drink tickets for French 75s at the end of the night that Tim and I still cackle about how we accidentally got drunk until 6 pm the following day. I digress- Claire is OUR GIRL and she trusted us from the very beginning 😭. And on Saturday, she married my childhood friend Matt because the Pacific Northwest is perpetually the smallest place on earth. WHY IS IT ALL SO FUN.
If you ain’t gassing up your partner, WHAT IS YOU DOING? Last night we went to a dinner party and the man across the table from me was raving about his wife and how badass she is (in front of her). Okay, brb crying in the bathroom about how great this is! People who are genuinely pumped about what their partners are up to? my dudes— I am LIVING FOR IT. If you aren’t your person’s main hype manager, consider yourself hired. By me. It’s an unpaid internship but you get it. And if you aren’t booed up yet, hold the phone until you find someone who thinks everything you do is the freaking best. Imagine how fun it’s going to be at a future dinner party when you overhear your person leading a conversation about how cool you are. I die.
A study in contrasts: this gorgeous and super classy Corson Building wedding... and my new-mom-sweatpant-butt blogging it from home. Blessings abound.
Every night before she sleeps I sing Amisadai old Irish hymns and watch her big cornflower eyes slowly close, a lump in my throat as I thank God for the gift of another day with her. The gentle checkins we’ve been getting lately reminded me that we haven’t updated you, really, on how our lil nugget is doing. In so many ways we’re still reeling from almost losing her and then getting a second chance, still reeling from the outpouring of love and support we got from you, and still finding our footing in this new world where she’s the axis of our universe (what was it like before her, we can’t really remember?). Your care for her means literally EVERYTHING to us. So in short: she is killing the game. Her neurologist, opthamologist, physical therapist and pediatrician send her home from appointments with confident reports. Her cardiologist will see her again next month to make sure the hole in her heart is closing properly, but other than that… she’s good. She’s better than good. She’s gaining weight, has flown across the country twice, met family in Chicago and New York, welcomes a stream of sweet visitors with a smile, and joins us for work when she can. She charms strangers and tries not to cry when she’s hurting. She makes me so proud to be her mom. SHE IS WHOLE. It makes me cry to write that, just like we cry after every thumbs up from a doctor. So many of you show up to our door with tears already in your eyes and this kind of compassion is a buoy that I could never have expected. Our house is a safe zone: if you want to cry about anything AT ALL we will join you 100% of the time! But the update is this: she's sifting into our lives like she’s been here all along. What a gift.