I wrote the title to this blog post in February, which is when I originally posted this session. As I read those words this morning though, I am struck and moved by the meaning of that title now more than ever. This was one of my favorite sessions, but when I revamped my blog and released my new design, my old blog posts became obsolete so this fun post is no longer available online.
A couple weeks ago the Hartmans woke up to the smell of smoke in their house. They called 911 immediately, but by the time the fire department arrived, half of their house was engulfed in flames. I have never personally experienced a house fire, so I can only imagine the emotional toll it must take, but the sense of loss and violation must be overwhelming. Not only are they spending endless hours working with restoration experts to salvage what they can and plan for rebuilding, but they are dealing with the loss and damage of so many things that held special meaning to them. It certainly will not be an easy road ahead as they heal – both physically and emotionally – but they will get through it with the love and support of one another.
I am grateful that I back up all my clients’ photo sessions multiple times (including off-site storage) so I am at least able to give the Hartmans their images from this session that they have lost. I also wanted to post the session again here. This is a reminder to all of us that home is truly where the heart is.
Original Post: February 2, 2010
This session was such a blast and definitely pulled on my heartstrings. The mom contacted me and asked if I could take her family’s pictures while the three kids were all home in Tulsa visiting. The oldest son is getting married this summer. They are all thrilled to soon welcome his fiancee to their family, but this would be the last opportunity for the family to be home together as a family of five. I was so excited that we had a big snowfall the day before our scheduled session and thought the setting would be perfect for the “kids” to be able to play and have fun. They definitely had a ball and I felt I was able to capture the authentic love and joy they share.
As a mom of three young kids, it was definitely an emotional experience for me as I thought of my own three kids someday growing up and moving away. That is the main reason I love my job as much as I do. These moments are priceless and will pass in the blink of an eye. Whether kids are six years old or 26 years old, I feel privileged and honored to be able to document that particular snapshot in time.
To the Hartman family, the love and bond you share with each other are an inspiration to me. Please remember these times as you each go your own direction and start families of your own. Carry your family in your heart with you always. I am just hoping my own kids will stay little forever. Hugs to all of you.