As any mother of little kids knows, when your child's birthday rolls around, a flood of mixed emotions washes over you. You are so proud and excited for your kiddo and all the things they have accomplished in the last year. You are amazed at how they have grown and at what they aspire to do as they get "big." You are also a little exhausted by the energy it takes to keep them growing at breakneck speed and a little melancholy that they just aren't "as little" as they used to be.
In a weird way I have been dancing with some of these feelings as Lyla Lane Photography turns the big ONE today!
I have always loved photography, probably as much as the old journalist in me loves a good story. Really, photography is just a way to stop someone's story in time for a fleeting moment. But I think it is so fun to imagine all the moments that lead up to what we see as a viewer or what might happen after the shutter closes.
As I began photographing other families last year, I grew more and more hopeful and truly content in my own life. Watching the impactful connections that moms and dads and brothers sisters and kids and friends share through that tiny little viewfinder makes my heart happy. It's that simple.
And knowing that a friend or client's heart is just as full when they gaze at their loving family while holding a print or looking at a canvass on their wall is a key ingredient for me to live a fulfilling life too.
So I want to say THANK YOU to all the friends, family and clients who have supported me as my Lyla Lane "baby" grew so much this past year. Thank you for your kind words and for sharing your experience and families with me. Thank you for helping me live this little dream I didn't even realize I had many years ago.
Happy Birthday, Lyla Lane. Now, where is the smash cake?
Postscript Note: Since writing this, the kiddos and I attempted to make cake pops in honor of "Lyla Lane's birthday." I have learned a few things: 1. I am not a baker, 2. my cake pops look more like weird meatballs with sprinkles. 3. One needs the proper equipment, like the sticks to make them actual "pops," 4. I have no idea how to make cake pops, but these lumpy cake balls still taste pretty stinkin' good.