My oh my. Where do I begin?
In my old job, I saw so much sadness. it sounds overdramatic, but it’s true. My soul was wounded. I worked as a social worker/mental health therapist in a low-income area in a psychiatric unit, and in homes and schools with very mentally ill and very poor. And after years of vicarious trauma, my spirit was broken. That’s why pictures mean so much. I find my glory and healing in the beauty of others. In telling love stories. Love stories like this one.
I met Peter before I can remember. We were neighbors and classmates since we were probably 7 years old. Jen was my best friend in the ugly years. You know~ the finding yourself middle school years. She was my secret keeper and we watched Flashdance and ate brownies for like an entire summer.
So now they are together. Newly engaged. My heart swoons and the tiny broken pieces of me fly in the wind. And I know as much as I know anything that the heart of life is good. They are so beautifully
IN LOVE.
Congratulations.
Funny story about this session. When we arrived, Brooke and I realized we kinda knew each other. I graduated high school with her brother! Small world. It was fun to catch up and get to know her family. They are such great kids!
She is a riot! Loves to put on a show. She wants to be a princess when she grows up.
