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Photographs taken with my Nikon D70
“Mommy, can you hold my hand?”
“Of course I can.” pause. “I really am a very lucky Mommy.”
“I know, and I’m a lucky daughter.”
“I’ll love you forever.”
“And I’ll love you even more than forever.”
I give the girlie’s hand a squeeze in reply, and within minutes – the two of us lying in bed together in the dark – she’s asleep.
I really am a very lucky mommy. No matter how crazy our day has been, or how much trouble either one of us has gotten in, I can count on an amazing nighttime exchange that recharges and refuels my soul. My wish for every parent is for these types of small moments, the moments that speak to us and create lasting change within us. Hold your little ones close, as we all know, they’ll be gone too quickly and the sweetness will give way to eye rolls and slumped shoulders… but even then, I’ll still be a lucky mommy. With so much wrong in our world, it’s nice to know this little piece of all that is right, is mine.
I’m really hoping that my cousin Jamie will be available for a quickie of a shoot on Saturday. We have a Halloween party to go to and this year the girlie wanted us to all go as pirates. Last year we did Cinderella and her mouse friends, and before that we’d been a cave family. It’s been a couple years since our last family portrait, and I can’t think of anything cooler than us in our pirate garb down beside the Saskatchewan River. I mean, honestly. LOL How much fun would that be?
As I’ve said before… you should never take yourself too seriously.
Sooo… Cinderella and her mousy friends were 2010, and the cave family was 2008… what was 2009… Oh! Right. Dora, Diego, and Alycia. Now, I can’t seem to find a photo of that trio anywhere. Hmmm… might have to go scavenging for one. I know there are a couple on this hard drive somewhere. LOL For now though, here are the other two:
And hopefully, after this Saturday, I’ll have another to share.
I was going to start out this post with “now that I’m better rested…” …but honestly? I’m still just as tired tonight as I was last night. So I figure I might as well get on with it anyway, as that’s not likely to change any time soon.
Battleford, as always, was a great show. Great venue, great friends, great dogs… It really is one of my favourite little Prairie dog shows.
This weekend saw my friend Chris get a group first with his Norrbottenspets, Jasper – who is now a Canadian Champion. And this Group 1 is only the fifth such placement EVER for a Norrbottenspets in Canada. So HUGE congratulations are definitely in order.
Another huge congratulations is owed to Haille, my friend Lisa Amos’ daughter, and their Chihuahua Chevy. Chevy (with Haille on the other end of the lead) earned himself a Best Puppy in Show – not just once, but TWICE!
Marnie (aka Hileigh’s Prairie Sunrise), my Chihuahua puppy who I co-own with Emilie Flynn of Hileigh’s Chihuahuas did great for her very first weekend out. She was nervous, and hasn’t yet hit her stride… but every trip into the ring she found more and more confidence. Still lots of work to do, but we’ll get there. She came home with two points and many HUGE compliments from judges, and dog fanciers alike.
All in all? A very good weekend.
Jewles, my little sister, served as photographer. Here’s the very last shot she snagged. It’s nothing amazing to look at, not at first glance anyway.
Now… look a lot closer… Check out Marnie’s movement. She is freaking awesome! LOL All four feet off the floor:
Great job Jewles, movement on such a tiny dog isn’t easy to capture, and you did it!
Marnie seriously is such an awesome mover… I’m so proud to be able to call this little girl mine. Structure, brains, temperament too, not much more a fancier could ask for. Can you tell I’m a little taken with her? LOL
Anyway, time to call it a night. Need some cuddling time with my sleeping girlie. Good night everyone!
Danae and Cameron were absolutely adorable. I always worry about couples who take themselves too seriously. But these two have humour in spades. Being able to laugh with (and occasionally AT) one another is an awesome thing.
My favourite shot from our sweethearts shoot speaks volumes, and so too do all those which follow:
This shoot really was a treat… spontaneous and fun. Just like the couple themselves.
On Sunday afternoon I had the privilege of doing a sweethearts photo shoot out in the snow with Jaclyn and Kim. I love shooting in the snow, and though it presents its own unique challenges, I wish it was something more folk were willing to consider. So when Jaclyn suggested it (without any prompting on my part) I was thrilled.
The two of them will be receiving a disk with over 100 images on it from our hour-long session. But figured I’d share a few of my favourites here, both as a preview for them, and for me to show off. LOL I absolutely adore shooting couples in love… and a couple in love out in the snow? Awesome!
On Sunday I did a photo shoot with the wee girlie (on assignment through Ellie Bean) at the University Campus. As I’ve mentioned in a multitude of places, I love going on mini-adventures when I do a shoot…. and since the girlie hadn’t been to the Education building before, I figured this was the perfect time to go explore it. I took a ton of photos, some for the client, and some for me too. This is one that’s just for me. I love it. Hope you do too.
The absolute best part of any kids birthday (as any photographer will attest to) is the icing on the cake, and all the super cute colourful photos that go along with it.
Here’s a couple snapshots from Lily-Ann’s BFF’s fifth birthday party on Saturday. Just proof, that messy is always best! LOL
Happy birthday Carissa! Don’t ever change.
A new scrapbooking achievement for me to share.
I finished my first kit that will be available, not as a freebie, but for sale. Sure, it’s not available anywhere YET. But it will be. I promise. Just keep watching the blog, details will follow.
I’m super excited about this one. It took almost three weeks to create. It involved several stock photography shoots, lots of extraction work in photoshop, on top of the regular work that’s involved in designing. It contains EIGHTEEN (18) completely original elements that are unique to this kit, and 45 total elements. So add that to the 18 papers, and you’ve got a big versatile kit. Can’t wait to hear what you think!
I finally figured it out, what has been bothering me the last few days. I’ve been really stressed and feeling overwhelmed – more so than I should be. Sure I’m in the middle of planning the Green Party’s AGM, and I’m working on a number of other projects too… but nothing that should have been causing the feeling of being crushed under too much that I was experiencing.
Last night I was running everything through my head, doing a bit of a check list. What I had accomplished, what I still needed to accomplish, what I could work on the next day… That’s when it hit me. The overwhelmed feeling is about my Grampa’s birthday.
Okay, okay… I know. That’s a little odd. But let me give you a little back story.
My mom was still a girl, just a teen, when she had me. And I’ve always been so grateful for everything she sacrificed for me. She was a single, teen, mom… just being ONE of those things can be tough, but she was all three. Because of this, my Grampa was the man in my life when I was really young. Almost all of my earliest memories center around time with him, or at his house. Even after Mom met Dad, and the three of us became a family, Grampa remained an ever steady, ever present part of my life.
Grampa took me camping, a lot. He instilled in me a love and respect for nature. An awe at the miracles that surround us, the miracles in the every day. We fished. We camped. We rode bikes (well, I didn’t ride until I was twelve, so mostly I got rides on his bike). We took trips. We went to family reunions. Grampa was always there.
In high school he remained as steadfast as ever. Once a week he’d pick me up early and we’d go for “coffee” before classes. I always had a hot chocolate. Those mornings were sooo important to me. And I knew that if I was ever in a spot I could count on him. He’d pick me up and give me rides to Youth, and drove to come get me TWICE on Sundays for morning and evening service. He was my best friend. It may not have been a ‘cool’ thing to admit, but if anyone ever asked me, I was always the first to tell them exactly that. My Grampa was my bestie, my BFF. I was popular, I had lots of friends… but none of them came close to the love and friendship that he and I shared.
When Grampa married Joan I was in University… and I’ll admit it… I disliked her out of pure jealousy. All the time that he used to spend with me, well, he now spent with her. No, I wasn’t cut out of the picture entirely. We still spent several days a week together… but I was jealous. I was a kid, and my best friend had found a new best friend. Now I look back and am more than a little embarrassed about feeling that way. I love Joan, she’s a member of the family, and I’m so glad that Grampa has her… and that we have her too.
That was the beginning of our separation. Slowly, as I grew up, the gap widened. We spent less time together. Our interests didn’t lead us in the same directions. And these days (fifteen years later) I’m lucky to see Grampa once a month… and often that is just in passing.
So, the idea that my Grampa, one of the most important
men people in my life, will be turning EIGHTY?!?!? Well… it’s hit me rather hard. 77, 78, 79… no problem. But 80 is different. 80 is hard.
I’m in the middle of helping to plan his birthday party… trying to track down people that he and I used to see all the time. The Morin’s, the Lutz’s, people who’s names I’ve forgotten but who’s faces I remember… people who were adults, who I smiled at and waved to from the other end of the Church that my Grampa and I helped to build (both literally and figuratively). I’m hoping to find them all, so they too can help celebrate the man who has meant so very much to me, who has ALWAYS been there… who I know I can still count on no matter what.
No. Not all our memories are blissful and happy. Like the time we drove to Wisconsin for a family reunion… Grampa, two of my younger cousins, and myself. Then came home with lice from one of the motels we stayed in on the trip home. It was SOOOO gross. They were HUGE. And I was a TEENAGER! It was a nightmare. But even that I can look back on and laugh – because we were in it together.
The fact that this man, my Grampa, is now going to be 80 scares me.
I remember, during one of our “coffee” dates. He suddenly fell silent and took my hands into his. “Tobi”, he said. “I want you to promise me something.” The mood instantly changed, and I’ve never forgotten it. It’s something I’ve carried with me my entire life. “When I die, I don’t want a funeral.” I remember being totally taken aback. I was 16, and my Grampa was talking to me about dying. “Promise me you’ll plan everything. Throw me a party. I don’t want anyone to mourn. When I die, I’m going home. It’s something to be celebrated.” I made that promise, and at the time it was really just my way of trying to get him to stop talking about it.
Grampa has never been old, and I can’t imagine him ever being old. He’s always been active. Even when his pain got the better of him, he’d just find a new way to keep being active. He’d give up one thing, but would find something else. He’s been a member of a gym now for about six months. Goes a few times a week, and is better shape than he’s been in for some time. He’s not old, so I don’t know what that number scares me. That number may be old, but my Grampa is not.
So… here’s to my Grampa! One of the best men I know. To another entire lifetime. To him never getting tired, never slowing down. To him, and all he’s given me. To the love we shared, and continue to share (despite growing somewhat apart). He’s amazing… and I look forward to celebrating him with our family and all his friends this February.
Will he get a chance to read this? Not as long as it’s solely available online. He sold his computer after a few months, claiming he didn’t receive enough email for it to be worth the trouble. LOL
I love you Grampa.
Friend of Bill’s?
Hope to see you in February at his birthday party.
See the link above for all the details.