I am sitting at my computer attempting to tackle the mountain of "business" tasks that have nothing to do with shooting images or editing images or sharing them with my clients. The list continues to get longer because, lets face it, I can always find a reason not to work on it. I take a sip of my coffee and I try to remember that this is a package deal... in order to keep doing what I love, what I believe in, what I am so passionate about I must... MUST... keep the inner workings running smoothly. So I keep at it... then I hear it. I hear his little feet hit the floor. I hear him open his bedroom door and step into the hallway. A smile spreads across my face because I know what is about to happen. I walk to the next room and stand at the end of the darkened hallway and he spots me, then runs full speed at my open arms. I scoop him up and he wraps his 2 year old arms around my neck and really squeezes me. Every single morning this happens now. I know that eventually it will stop. I know that soon he wont wake up and immediately seek me out to hug me. I really try to remember that every single time he is holding me so tight. Because someday always comes sooner than I would like. Isn't that true for every mother? Every parent? We have to take the good with the not so good. Someday your newborn will sleep longer than 90 minutes... but on that someday she won't be so tiny and new. Someday that little 5 year old boy won't be following you around asking a million questions... Someday my 2 year old won't want me to play trains when I have so much to do... but oh how I will miss it... I must remember. Someday the house will be quiet and someday these little people my life revolves around won't need me like they do now. All of these fleeting moments are why I am so passionate about my work. These babies we adore will only be babies for a little while. They grow so fast, they change so rapidly - document it. Enjoy every exhausting, joyous, tearsoaked, frustrating, beautiful, down right difficult, momentous moment - write it down, snap a picture with your iPhone, grab a silly video, get portraits done and print them, hang them up, make an album. Record it so they will know. Someday when all is said and done I can look at this photo of my littlest little... and I will remember these morning meetings... these wonderful little hugs that make my heart soar. I will tell him about it as I look at it, I will tell his little children about it and show them my baby. Someday.