A Beautiful Motherhood Session - Cannon Beach (PNW Sessions)

Where to begin with these two. Since I have moved to Denver I have missed seeing these beautiful faces, but going back to Oregon, and specifically to the Oregon Coast to see them is like being home. We’ve all got the same jokes, and the same stories, and the same sense of humor, for the most part. I wish I could stuff them both in my suitcase and make them come back home to the mountains with me.

I just love seeing them together, and to see them grow throughout the years. They have always been my favorites.

An old friend.....A Las Vegas Family.

Sometimes people come in to your life for a reason. Other times, people STAY in your life for a reason. Its rare, long lasting friendships. People change, they grow, they go through their own experiences that others will never ever know about. It’s refreshing to have the people in your life that know about your history, inside and out, so that there really aren’t many secrets that you keep from one another. There is no judgement, there is no competition, there is no hiding. You can be completely yourself with one another, because they know you. They know your crazy family because they would spend months, day and night during the summers at your house, or vice versa. You would see the disfunction equally rampant, you would experience the parts that you were too young to understand, you would get in the same predicaments because you were always together, running amok in a small town with very little supervision. You have little inside jokes, little phrases, little reminders all of the time of what your friendship meant.

And now you can look back together, having your own children, and ask yourselves, how the efff did we survive and actually become the okay people that we are today? Now you can get together after a year, or years and start off exactly where you left off. That to me is just the perfect definition of a friendship. Where your friendship withstands hardships or changes or even absenteeism, but still can bounce right back and move on without hard feelings as a mutual thing.

Thats what this person is to me. She is my past, but she is also part of my present, and part of my future. My dear friend, and the extension of her, her imperfectly perfect family, that is also now a part of me and my mess of a family.

We are cake and pie and our families are the frosting and the fillings.