“The days are long, but the years are short.”
That is one of my friend Michelle’s favorite sayings and it’s so true. It comes to mind often. My girls are in those middle years of childhood now…ages 9 and 12…no longer little kids but not yet teens.
Sometimes, I joke that photographing the babies makes my ovaries hurt. Not that I want any more kids…that ship has sailed and I’m perfectly happy with my two girls. But photographing babies does bring back memories of my own girls at that age and makes me all nostalgic.
But you know what really gets me all teary eyed? This came as a surprise to me, but it’s photographing the older teens. It’s their mama’s that do it to me, because they always say something similar, just like Bonnie did. Stuff like “I want to remember…” and “might be the last one before college…”
No, no, no. I’m not ready for that. Time needs to slow down.
And it makes me so badly want to give the mamas beautiful photos of their babies, because they will forever and always be our babies, no matter where they go.
