I read a quote the other day that really struck me.
In Donald Miller’s book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, he shares how we don’t remember even half of our lives.
He went on to share about how his friend Bob had written “more than five hundred pages of memories…
He said he captures memories, because if he forgets them, it’s as though they didn’t happen;
it’s as though he hadn’t lived the parts he doesn’t remember.”
Let that sink in for a minute.
If you are anything like me, that will hit like a thud in your chest and you’ll feel compelled to do something about it.
You’ll want to chronicle, you’ll want to freeze time… somehow hold on to it. To remember.
That’s how this session came to be.
Katy lost her Mother several years ago rather suddenly.
One day, while planning for newborn pictures of her third child, Katy reached into a deep closet and pulled out a beautiful white lace gown.
Her Mother’s Wedding Dress.
Delicate edges, timeless design.
Even with her swollen womb, I knew it would fit Katy perfectly in no time.
Last month, it was time.
On the shore where Katy’s Mother and Father honeymooned, we took her dress to the very hill where they first walked as husband and wife.
And we remembered.
We froze. Captured. Preserved.
Then, full circle, with her older daughter’s watching, Katy invited them into a memory… created a whole new one… and made time stand still.
As always, it is an honor to be invited into the lives of others. To capture moments and preserve them.
These moments, were exceptional, and Katy, I treasure that gift.