belonging

I can't tell you what it means to look at a photograph of a family I hope looks like mine someday.

come in, come in

again, I walked away from their home having learned so much about love. 

when mid-shoot, a stray cat wandered into their yard, the girls were curious but reluctant to greet the cat by the window. Ben then turned to his daughters and said, "when someone comes to our door or window, we say welcome, welcome, come in!" 

such a small moment that in turn taught me so much. what if this is how we met each interaction with a stranger at our window? what if our response was always an urgent and immediate, unquestioned, "yes, welcome, come in, come in." 

two

penelope and maddox, a rainy afternoon at home. 

homesong

they are

rooted in beauty, tenderness, and love.