Each year this family gifts me their moments. This year their oldest also gave me a book of his drawings and my heart soared.
Photos may be my love language but they’re not a child’s. As a photographer I need to remind myself that the kids didn’t ask for the photos and aren’t my monkeys to make perform. Their trust is a precious gift.
I want to slow down and honor their little hearts by seeking to understand them better. Hopefully I’m rewarded again with a snow ball to the backside because I’m seen as the playmate not the photographer. Bring it. 😉