Sisters

My niece had a baby last week and I had the great joy of being there to photograph it. She wasn’t the first of my nieces to give birth but she was the first that I was able to be present with for a long day of labor and delivery.

Birth photography is new to me but I am so loving it. There is something so amazing about witnessing a birth but it’s also about capturing those beautiful moments between family and friends as they wait together and then celebrate the little one’s arrival. It takes on a whole new meaning when it’s my family though.

When I saw this interaction between my sister and niece I was quick to focus in and catch it with my camera. But it wasn’t until I got home and uploaded the images that I really saw what I had. It literally took my breath away. Because I saw my sister.

The sister who locked me and our little sister out of the house so she and the other older sister could do chores and make peanut butter balls.

It was the face of the sister who played school with us and taught me how to make these little Valentine people from paper hearts with accordion arms and legs.

The one who burnt the pork chops because she liked them crispy.

I saw the same love in that photograph that I remembered from the day she came to check me out of school when my grandfather passed away. She had my future brother-in-law pull the car over and then let me sit in her lap all the way home.

Most of those memories, and thousands like them tucked into my heart and mind, are of my sisters. Rarely are they of just one of them…they’re of all three of them.  Even now they play such a role in my life and the lives of my children. Being at volleyball games, texting conversations during America’s Got Talent with their nephew, texts and messages of sweet encouragement and funny stuff. Phone calls and prayers. No matter what they are right there whenever I need them.

I don’t have any brothers so I don’t know what that’s like. Maybe it’s the same. But what I do know is that my sisters, having sisters…being a sister, makes me the mom I am in way that I can’t really explain but just is.

I can’t imagine doing life without them.

Photo Credit Cindy Kay Photography

 Because of you, 
I laugh a little harder, 
cry a little less, 
and smile a lot more.

Oklahoma

Years ago back when I was still high school our youth choir took a trip to Hammond, Oklahoma ~ a dry dusty flat reservation. In my mind that is what Oklahoma looked like. All of Oklahoma.

A few years ago my little sister’s family moved to Skiatook, OK and I just assumed it would look like what I thought all of Oklahoma looked like.

Boy was I wrong!

Last week my Mother and two older sisters drove from Florida all the way to the upper right corner of Oklahoma and let me tell you, the scenery was gorgeous! Not at all flat, dry or dusty.

Did I mention not dry? Because we took a tropical depression with us and spent our time dodging rain. But we girls haven’t all been together in over two years so we still had a wonderful fun time.

There is a beautiful lake for camping and other summer activities that we drove around just to see the scenery. I braved the rain drops long enough to take a few pictures.

Everything was so lush and green.

What I really fell in love with was the wild flowers. Fields and fields of them…all along the road…just all over. Lots of what looked to be brown eyed Susans and then something called yarrow. White yarrow to be exact although I did learn it can be grown in other colors.

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Lovely, aren’t they? You know what else is lovely in Oklahoma? Their night skies. My little sister can watch the sun set every night from her kitchen table and it is a sight to behold. This is straight out of the camera too.

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The trip was so much fun and seeing my sister and her family was good for us. While we were there I got to have my first internet meet up with Toni Marie’s neighbor. Cindy is also a photographer and we’ve become facebook friends so we got to meet face to face on this trip. She is even more delightful in person and has a sweet garden complete with some pink yarrow in her back yard. She did our pictures while we were there and I was surprised by how comfortable she made me feel on the other side of the camera. Here is one of our favorites she got just as it started to rain again.

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Photo Credit Cindy Kay Photography

 All in all it was a wonderful trip. The best part was sneaking our baby sister home to surprise Dad for Father’s Day.

Sweet Shot Tuesday #5 ~ Twofer

First of all, did you know the word “twofer” is actually a word? Like a real word in the dictionary and everything? I didn’t…I just thought it was something we say and fully expected spell check to show up when I typed the word. And when it didn’t I had to look it up just to make sure that it meant what I thought it meant before I posted it here in the blog world.

All of that to say that this week I am posting two images. Technically neither one has perfect composition but I have learned that sometimes the value of an image is not in perfect execution but rather in the moment that it captures.

I look at these pictures and I hear laughter bouncing off the walls…I see the delight of a younger sister when the older sister picks her up and swings her around…I shake my head at the week long chapter in our life’s story that had a living room minus furniture.

Pictures don’t really tell a story. They merely reflect the stories that we live…and sometimes that happens a little outside the frame.

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