2016 was an affirming year for this work that I do. When I started crafting this blog post, I couldn't help but smile ear to ear-- the people that I worked with were [are] intelligent, kind, hilarious, thoughtful; they had big big BIG smiles, but even bigger hearts. (Is it kosher to comment on how outrageously good looking everyone is too?!)
I wrote in my previous post that opening myself to family / lifestyle / portrait and commercial work has allowed me to keep a fresh perspective. I genuinely believe that doing other work has only benefitted my wedding work, not hindered it. I'm hoping 2017 will bring only more of these opportunities my way, because it fills my heart in a way that other work doesn't.
On another note, 2016 was a year for many that I worked with previously to expand, which was fulfilling in an entirely different way. It's so interesting to watch people that I've known for a while grow and change, but to be the one who is able to document those things is something I can't quite get over. (Nor do I ever want to!)
I look over this body of work from 2016 and am so proud. It's not a "I'm so amazing" thing. It's a, "I don't know what I did to deserve the blessings of this work I get to do. I don't know how I managed to work with these brilliant people. I never, ever want this to end" kind-of thing.
I know I'm not the thinnest, or most beautiful woman in the world. I don't have a thigh gap, my hair isn't glossy, and I drink a lot of coffee that makes me constantly anxious about my breath.
I don't have a closet full of designer clothing (or shoes), a home curated beautifully with gallery walls and inspirational quotes. My husband isn't taking me around the world on romantic getaways, and sometimes we fight about outrageously stupid stuff. (Like the exact location of a Petsmart, for example).
Most of the time I'm struggling to wrap my head around why hamburgers are so bad for me, debating about whether or not I can justify having a peanut butter cupcake for breakfast (with coffee), dabbing out a stain that has inevitably landed on my shirt, and why my cowlicks seem to multiply with every year I'm on this planet.
If you come into my home, there's a 99.99999999999999% chance of dirty dishes being in the sink, at least one of my kids are half-dressed (or walking around in a robe like some sort of nouveau Hugh Hefner), and you'll leave with animal hair on you.
My point in all of this is that I'm so basic , but I am abundantly blessed. I am blessed by the people I get to meet and work with, and I am humbled to no end to be able to get to do this. None of that other shit-- the stuff that social media and the world tells me should matter--really doesn't.
Oops. I cussed.
I never know how to properly get this across with out using cuss words.
I am HAPPY.
I know I've said it about 5 billion times, but THANK YOU. Seriously. THANK YOU. Each and every one of you have made my life better in some way. You've made me smile, and added value to my days.
Here's to another year,
2016 was the second year I worked with Liberty Baptist Church in Virginia for the marketing campaigns. Over the year, I worked on ten separate assignments for them. The following is a selection of my favorite images from the year.