Once Upon a Time...
...I was six. I was six years young and Santa brought me a pink Barbie camera. It changed my life. I set out to capture every stray dog we didn't own, took pictures out the car window of horses that were not ours, and spent my dad's hard earned money on rolls and rolls and rolls of film development. I had found my passion, I was six. I was born to be a photographer.
...I was thirteen. I was tall and skinny. I hated my braces. I hated my hair. I hated my smile. I hated my body. I hated me. I was the girl who hid behind the camera, I was thirteen. I was born to be a photographer.
...I was seventeen. I was capturing images of my friends. I was in some and behind some and working on the school newspaper one semester. I was in art...but I was obsessed with ripping pages out of magazines. I held the world in the palm of my hands and maybe never even knew it. I was seventeen. I was the girl behind the camera full of life and passion and dreams. I was born to be a photographer.
...I was twenty four. I watched sunlight come through a window and kiss my newborn baby so so soo softly. I nearly cried, picked up my camera, captured his sleeping sweetness and wondered what I ever did in life to deserve this gift from God. I was capturing the miracle and wonder of the greatest gift I had ever been given. I was a mother. I was inspired. I was born to be a photographer.
...I am thirty one. I am watching life spin so quickly. I can't slow it down. I can't hold time still. THESE are the good ol days. These will be the days when I am old and gray that I truly will look back and say..."Remember When". These are the moments I was born to live, the hours I was sent here to enjoy, the people I have been given to love. I am blessed beyond words. I am thirty one. I was born to be a photographer.
Love,
M
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