i’ve been holding off as long as i can to post this because i still don’t have my favorite pictures from this shoot. i had some corruption on my card that these images were taken on and so when i try to upload them into my computer, only half of them come up. i don’t mean half as in the quantity sense, i mean HALF the picture. like, you took a pair of scissors to it. ugh. i am in the process of attempting to recover them but it takes awhile. so, if it works out (fingers crossed) i’ll show you my absolute favs soon.
amy has lots of friends. you can’t grab a cup of coffee or meet her for dinner without multiple people stopping by your table to say hello to her. it’s easy to understand why. she’s laugh out loud funny and willing to be the brunt of all of her jokes. being around her is organic and sweet and life giving. she’s good for the soul. she’s good for my soul. she’s the kind of friend who is always reminding you of how delightful she finds your imperfections. this is very good news for a girl like me. sometimes i’m not sure why she loves me like she does. we’re so different. she’s all i buy my clothes at goodwill and still look cool and jen, you should really bring your own mug to starbucks for the sake of the earth. and i’m much more jeans for only $150, what a steal and oh, i can’t wait until starbucks is serving my latte in the red christmas cup. she’s a little bit of a hippie..tatooed and pierced, unashamed and free. i’m cautious, afraid to pierce my nose and all too often bound by the rules that this world has laid out for me. but sometimes i tiptoe into the light she creates just so i can get a tiny feel of what it’s like to be her. and for a short time after i leave, i feel brave and interesting and smell like patchouli. for the record, the only redeeming quality about the smell of patchouli, is that it reminds me of my friend. amy and adam are having a baby. it’s a girl. i hope she’s brave like amy. i hope she walks into a room and likes who she is. i hope she has adam’s laugh and his hair. i hope she has his love of knowledge and his love of amy.
dear baby, your daddy loves books. like looooves them. it's ok if you'd rather play with dolls, or kick around a soccer ball for fun. but every once in awhile, could you throw him a little secret garden or narnia action? it would make him really happy.
i am in love with this next picture of adam. this is one of those times when whether he means to or not, he shows you who he was as a little boy way back when.
hello nose ring..maybe someday
if you're wondering if she's always this beautiful, the answer is yes.
by jen
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