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Montauk Wedding

Posted on April 18, 2018April 18, 2018 by Defining780 comments on “Montauk Wedding”

Some people are worth melting for. -Olaf ☺️

For the first time… She will be born a mother of two. She’ll watch her firstborn become the big sister that she was destined to be, and she will hold them both as they their begin the sweetest little sisterhood. She will divide her love but see that somehow it multiplies. She will see that there is room for both of them. For the second time… She will open her heart even bigger than she thought possible. And watch her life and her roles redefine. She’ll bring a baby to her chest again, feeling a love and a bond only a mother will understand. She will do it all with grace, and with her whole heart, as she puts herself last so these little ones will soar. Whether a first or a second or a last, each time a new baby comes, a new mother is born also. “The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new." ~Osho

Chelsie and Mike are getting married today. Looking back at this picture from their engagement session brought a lot of emotions to the surface. How many sunsets do we actually get with our loved ones? We focus so much time and energy on so many things that don't matter while time and life go running by at unfathomable speed . We need to be deliberate in trying to slow down and appreciate them as they happen because eventually the harsh truth is one day it will be our last sunset. I'm so thankful for a job that allows me to focus on documenting these moments for people. What's one little thing you can do today to slow down and be deliberate? Have an amazing day everyone. -Adam

They say a picture tells a thousand words but I think a lot of time what you don’t see in a picture is the more powerful story. What were the chain of events that caused this moment to happen? Last year was the most difficult one we’ve known. So, at the beginning of January we decided to take a road trip on to get away from it all. We had a vague sense of direction we wanted to go but I think the spirit of adventure took over and we headed south with no real plans. We all needed to reset a bit; to compress and digest from what had happened in such a tornadic whirlwind. We wanted to be normal and live again without being bound to the confines of hospitals or doctors appointments. This picture is like any other that you see posted to social media; a seemingly happy family. What’s not seen in this picture is the year leading up to this: four months of chemotherapy, months in the hospital, massive surgeries, months at Mayo Clinic, months in a wheelchair, and now finally crutches. To take this photo Catie dropped her crutches on the ground; barely balancing to stay up. I helped her lift Faron and I rushed over to snap the shot. She’s never going to get function below her right knee and she’s forced to deal with the loss and difficulty that brings. She so badly just wants to be a Mom that can run around and do all of those normal things with her son but after this year we’ll take this. We’ll appreciate this moment. This really got me thinking to so many posts I see on social medial of seemingly happy people. What’s truly going on behind that picture? I’m not the most open person but this last year forced me to become the most raw and vulnerable version of myself. I realized that when people take down their walls and invite each other in, the most beautiful connections happen. Life is too short to keep each other at fingertips length instead of pulling each other in. To anyone reading this I challenge you to reach out to Catie or myself. Allow yourself to be vulnerable and tell us what’s going on behind your picture. We’re defined not by our possessions but by the richness and depth of our relationships.

Can I just say it? Motherhood. Is. So. Freaking. Hard. We are SO tired, aren’t we? One day this week I was absolutely exhausted. Because keeping three small kids alive is a full time job. And my photography work is a full time job. And my house is a full time job. I am a mom, and a photographer, and a taxi, and a shopper, and a housekeeper, and a cook, and a love giver and boo boo kisser. And what happened at 10pm that night I was so exhausted? The stomach flu hit our house. We come up short and do a lot of things wrong. We run out of patience. We say bad words. Our house is a mess and dinner doesn’t get made. Sometimes we have to leave when we are the person they want most. It’s so easy to get lost between who we were before kids, who we think we should be, and who we actually are. And this modern, social media world can make us feel like we need to do it all, makeup-faced, hair done, with a smile. When all we actually owe this modern world is our best effort to raise kind little human beings who just maybe will grow up to make this world a little bit better. A little bit kinder. A little bit more love-filled. I am tired, but I am inspired. Because who are we now? We are tired moms doing world-changing work. We are the ones teaching these little people how to love. We teach them to look out for their siblings, give unsolicited hugs and kisses, nurture friends, nurture animals. Someday, God willing, we will watch them hold our grandchildren, and watch them love our grandchildren. They know how to love because we loved them first, and (a lot of days) we loved them well and with our whole selves. Let me just come alongside of you and say, while we may be tired and we may be coming up short, we are DOING it. One exhausted step after the next. We are giving ourselves, our whole selves, to them, and it counts and it matters for all of time. They will carry our love with them always. And they will pass that love on, all because we loved them first and we loved them best and we loved them most. Days don’t feel this way, but our work in this motherhood space is world changing. Our love for them is the legacy.

Don’t you understand that everything I do, I do it for you; anything that might be special in me is you.

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