There is nothing like fall trees. I love them.
The memories they stir within my heart.
Not very often, in Las Vegas, do you actually get a glimpse of real fall trees. As enchanting as palm trees can be at first sight they don't exactly lend much to the fall season. So when I saw these trees my heart practically skipped a beat.
I was rather impressed with myself. I had all three kids up, bathed, dressed, fed, and on location by 8 a.m. I wont tell you what I looked like or how Beckam really acted but lets just say neither were very pretty.
Life is finally starting to get into somewhat of a routine. I still feel a little out of sorts that I have had to replace my normal, leisurely, 10 a.m. workout for a 5 a.m. sleepy eyed run, my enjoyable, quiet shower time with a speedy, chaotic rinse (if I am lucky), and laundry... well... hmmm... lets just say there is a lot of it.
However, how lucky I feel to have these 3 little monkeys. They have all grown, evolved, stepped up, given a little and loved a lot.
Being a mom is good. It is amazing. It is tricky. It is hard. It is everything.
I have recently gained a new perspective. A view from the other other side, if you will.
I had the incredible opportunity of photographing my dear friend Camille as she brought a beautiful baby into this world.
The mom feeling never changes... it just deepens...always