‘Life changes in an instant. The ordinary instant’ ~Joan Dideon
Utica was a reminder.
The importance of family.
The impact of loss.
...and change – the only true constant.
These moments.
These times.
These faces.
Words.
Sentences.
Paragraphs.
Chapters in our story.
The mark we make while we’re able to make it.
We are all spinning tops…
…until one day we’re not.
In other words, move your arse John Waire, it's time to go! Not the first time I've seen this face. Not the last.
She's growing up and finding her way. As the oldest, she tends to get more heat from me. My expectations are high and I think I'm tougher on her than I should be at times. Seeing this image....I see my little girl. Unsure...with lots of things rattling around in her noggin. More than anything, I'm hopeful she'll come to find the loving, creative, passionate person that she is. There will be no stopping her from there...
Physical.
Emotional.
I'm thankful to everyone who provides me with unfettered access into their world to tell their story.
Moments that resonate.
Moments that make us tick.
Ready?
