Why can’t Family Day weekend happen in the spring?
By the time this post goes live, you will have been in this world for exactly 365 days.
The fastest 365 days of my life.
Had I blinked I may have missed each one of them.
You – my angel – amaze, delight and fascinate me to no end. I hope you continue to smile easily, put that fearless demeanor to good use, and love life as much as you do at this moment in time.
Happy first birthday baby. Mommy loves you.
Amidst the whirlwind of the past year I’d often take mental notes about how I wanted to document Alister’s first year of life. I had visions of using my *fancy* camera to capture this moment in time in the most beautiful of ways: perfectly exposed frames… dreamy images highlighting the minute details… only my very best shots allowed on my blog posting…
Being a photographer, friends often remark about how I must have the most gorgeous photographs of my children; as if it’s one perfectly styled photoshoot around here 24/7. But when you look at the collage above, it’s pretty obvious that I reserved my fancy camera for my clients.
While the iPhone camera is pretty sweet and no doubt convenient, I’ve had to accept the fact that some of my memories are a little blurry. A touch over or under exposed. Not exactly representative of a professional.
But then again, maybe I have it all wrong. Perhaps these photographs really do represent my idea of the very best in life.
They’re perfectly imperfect. And that’s okay with me.
It’s a decision many of us face at some point. And as a homeowner in the city of Toronto, the exploding real estate market, and worsening commutes, it’s a pretty regular discussion topic over here at Casa Haurilak.
Urban or suburban? Ditch the city and opt for a larger home in the burbs? Or stick it out with a smaller home and enjoy all that the city has to offer? Heck, there’s even a TV show devoted to the dilemma many families face.
Heather and Neil made the bittersweet decision to leave Toronto and head west.
But before packing up, they asked me to capture their two small boys in what will soon be their former childhood home and neighbourhood.
The old stomping grounds.
The place they’ll drive by as adults to show their own children one day. (Admit it, we’ve all done it.)
So off we went on an afternoon of adventure with four-year-old Nolan leading the way.