i received an email earlier this year from a mother asking if she could fly me to her home in hawaii for a harvest session…
I sought you out to capture this time for us because I know that this time may not last forever. This is perhaps the last year I will be able to stay at home full time with my girls. The most important thing to both my husband and I is to try and give our children our unconditional love and presence. We aren’t winning any awards on the financial front, but seeing the confidence that my girls have and how happy and sweet they are makes my heart burst. It makes all of the hard work feel so worth it, though sometimes it feels like we’re trying to bail a sinking ship. It’s such a precious time together and I’m so grateful for it. I see this session as an investment in remembering this incredible gift of having this time with my girls. I don’t need new clothes, but I do need to remember this. Plus, I have a crazy fear that if something should ever happen to me and I wasn’t able to raise my girls, that they perhaps wouldn't know how much I loved them and how hard we worked to give them our best. We really don’t have many family photos and I almost don’t exist in any of them. The girls are still so young. They don’t know how many nights I’ve gone without sleep when they’re feverish or how my sole motivation for every single decision first revolves around them. They wouldn’t know this love either if I was gone tomorrow, because what tangible piece of evidence is there to show them in my home? So, it was my hope with this harvest session is that you would be able to capture a little piece of our enormous love in cinema and photograph. I truly think you’re the only person that could see the beauty in our humble struggle.
i went last month. and although we were in a tropical paradise, the only beauty i could see was the intense bond of this family. stormy may have been fearful that her love had a chance of not being remembered, but i know without an inkling of doubt that even one tiny seed of this kind of love could reap endless fields of assured unending harvest. there may have only been one plumeria tree in their yard but when i closed my eyes the aroma was as strong an as entire orchard.