When you cross the threshold of the front door into my Nanny’s house, the first thing you see is a large antique desk, covered to the brim in picture frames. Inside those frames contain my family’s history. Weddings, graduations, births, each one a piece of the story that binds us together.
In my own Mama’s kitchen, her refrigerator is covered in images. Small plastic frames hold my childhood and adorn all sides of her Maytag. Family members who are both years gone from us, and those yet to be born (in the form of my sister’s maternity pictures). Anyone who visits my parents home can get a glimpse of our entire history and the people who make our family whole.
My business is more than just a business, it is a chance to minister. To show the love I believe in with my entire existence to my clients, and to serve them well by loving them this way. This is why I am a photographer. This is why I do what I do. It is a blessing to be called to this. To be present at the moments that are a significant part in creating a family’s history. To be the one whose images find a home in a frame on a grandmother’s roll-top desk, or on the side of a mother’s refrigerator, or inside of a couple’s wedding album.
This first picture if the last of my Nanny and I, and it is one of the most treasured images in my possession.