loves. mine. 2013.

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I have been wavering for days about what to say in this post. When I look back on 2013 I remember a difficult year… January brought two surgeries, one for me, and one for my husband. Although we did all of the same vacations, travel and activities that we do every summer, something about this summer was just so different. There was so much change. In the fall, both girls started at a new school, and the transition while good, just wasn’t as perfect as I had hoped. So, when December 31st came, I woke not wanting to face the day. All I could see was the struggle, and the adversity we had in our year. I felt it deep in my bones, and my body dragged.

Then I spent some time with our year as seen through my cameras. Between the favorites here, the one hundred or so pictures I put together in our Instagram book, and the 51 (almost 52) images from You Are My Wild, there is an undeniable spirit of strength, and so much hope, happiness and life. Nothing stays the same, it’s true, but we have grown, we have adapted, and I know we really are thriving. I don’t feel it every day, but it’s evident here in these images, and it is evident when we are together – just the four of us (plus one, if you count Cleo, and we do).

You Are My Wild, week 51

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Winter walks, rejuvenation, water and sand, bare trees that let the low light through spindly branches, local treasures, state parks, finding what is gorgeous and lovely is half an hour away in any direction. Holding on to this reality with all my might to keep the daily grind away, making our only responsibilities the ones where we take care of each other. You Are My Wild, week 51.

You Are My Wild, week 49

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This fall she chose to play the viola because Harry Potter’s theme song is played on it and she was too small for cello or bass.

Only three more weeks of You Are My Wild. I found myself writing out the full word “forty nine” yesterday, when I was creating this week’s post on www.youaremywild.com . F-o-r-t-y-n-i-n-e. As if spelling it out would slow down time and make the weeks not pass so quickly.

Nancy Charline and baby Grace | Washington, DC Newborn Photographer

When this family welcomed me into their downtown home, I instantly felt surrounded by creativity, love, and warmth. I live in a space where my children use an antique stool my grandmother brought back from China when they can’t reach the sink. My walls have a well know artist’s lithograph hanging next to my own photographs of our family, as well as watercolor paintings my daughters made at three and four (and the watercolors, are perhaps what I consider the most valuable). I could tell right away that this family and I shared similar values… that the sentimental was important, and that heirlooms were everywhere.

In meeting (just turned four) Nancy Charline, she informed me that her beautiful white lace trimmed dress was in fact her christening gown. A little tight at the neck, but otherwise still wearable… and worn often. My grandmother used to always say, “What is the point of having beautiful things if you don’t use them?” as she threw the fine silver she used daily in the dishwasher. I knew my girls, too, would never part with a dress so lovely, no matter how small. It made me smile.

Baby Grace is a beauty (as you can see) and I obviously have a sweet spot for sisters. I really enjoyed meeting these four, and I hope my photos will be a part of those special, sentimental pieces of art that they will cherish always.

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