When I look around me, at all I have and all I don't have, when I think of what there is to be grateful for.... my first thought is of my son. That sweet, kind, beautiful, long-haired boy who calls me mom. And when I think of him, my heart just wants to burst, because there is no way it can hold the crazy amount of love that I feel for him. From before he ever even took his first breath, I have loved him. The first time I held him in my arms, I loved him even more. Every single day, every single moment that has passed since then, I have loved him more. And every moment still to come, I will love him more.
I am grateful he is my son. I am grateful for his gentle ways.
I am grateful that he still unabashedly holds my hand, anywhere, anytime.
I am grateful for his forgiving nature and his understanding.
I am grateful for our routine of hugs and kisses at bedtime each night.
I am grateful for his silly jokes and how he loves to try and prank me.
I am grateful for his gladness in being my only child.
I am grateful for his concern for me.
I am grateful for his love of soccer and dedication to the things he loves.
I am grateful for his courage to stand up to bullies every day, for himself and for others who are bullied.
I am grateful for his strength to go against social norms, because what he loves isn't "normal".
I am grateful for his patience with me, as I work every day to figure out how to be a better mother.
I am grateful for his full, happy laugh.
I am grateful for his crooked smile.
I am grateful for the way he makes me want to be a better person.
I am grateful for the way he loves me, no requirements, no stipulations, just pure love.
I am grateful for everything, every thought and idea, every single atom and molecule that combines together to make him who he is.
I am grateful for every single day I have with him.
Moving means lots of things.
It means boxes and sorting.
It means new routines.
It means a new school.
Daniel has gone to Charter schools since 4th grade. He's either been dropped off and picked up by me, or, like in Austin, we walked or rode bikes to school.
Here in East Texas though, he is back in a mainstream public school, and back on the school bus.
This week has been particularly chilly in the mornings (to put it mildly), so we've been bundling up in throw blankets as we stand at the end of the driveway and wait for that 7am school bus.
It amazes me how such a simple, daily routine thing can still seem so beautiful. In a few short years, he'll be driving himself to school, and I won't be standing there in the cold, waiting with him anymore, which makes these memories all the more precious.
Hey there my lovely friends!
Well, things have been happening and a-changing, and it is with a slightly heavy heart that I announce that I will no longer be serving the Austin area. Today, my little family is relocating back to the East Texas area, temporarily. And by temporarily, I mean for at least 2-4 months, though possibly longer.
On the one hand, I am heartbroken that I will be leaving my Austin. This city is so wonderful and inspiring and just full of love and amazingness. I feel so at peace surrounded by the crowds and buildings and all the wonderfully weird people.
But! On the other hand, I am excited to be able to offer sessions on a more regular basis once more to all my wonderful East Texas clients! Without them, I would not be where I am today. ♥
So on that note! I will begin booking sessions for the East Texas area with openings starting November 15th!! Just in time for lovely fall images and Christmas sessions! Yay!
I can not wait to get started!
See you soon, East Texas!