“Sister, I hear your laugh, my heart fills full up.”
Calgary has finally hit its stride in winter, days of snow and blustery cold, mittens and laced up boots. It’s my most favourite time of year. December. Christmas. Everything about the way the air breaths in, smart and stabbing against your lungs. Snowmen, christmas lights, hot chocolate with bailey’s.
The best part? It’s that time of year when all families seem to remember no one ever has enough photos together, I’ve been jam packed full with meeting new friends and catching new angles. I met Erin through Carly, a twist of fate clearly meant to happen when we realized we share a love of baking and Starbucks Christmas drinks.
We spent hours giggling down Kensington and traipsing through snowy roadways, the two EVER patient with my, just one more here, and only forty-eight more blocks to the left 
The girls never complained once, despite the chill, and the stilettos. That’s right, not one, but both showed up wearing heels. Clearly two after my own heart. I couldn’t think of a more fantastic way to spend my Saturday.
Nothing like a little phone booth love to get us started 
Hello beauties!
E-tank! + J-machine! (PS. If this picture doesn’t make you fall instantly in love with them, something is wrong in your head)
Love, love, love.
Absolute favorite for last!!!!!
“Life for you my prince has just begun, and I thank you for choosing me to come through unto life to be.”
She helped him on the ends of the Hockey Song, held his hand crossing the street, stretched her arms wide even after the fourth run across the grass. Mom things. Tiny things, big things, important things.
My Mom made me who I am by these things, I move furniture before I clean, hum the bars of harmonica in Five Days in May, laugh with abandon, swear often, say I love you in between each breath. Small things that happened in between moments that threaded between my pores, on a blustery Saturday of October I had the happiest afternoon snapping these moments of Sarah and Brighton’s lives.
I hope to know Brighton years from now, see who he becomes, see who Sarah helps him to become.
Hello Brighton, I love you.
I know this one is a bit blurry, but for some reason I just completely fell head over heels for it.
“Do you realize, that you’ve got the most beautiful face”
She’s Morgan. My best friend forever. The one I’ll probably grow old beside, and argue over prune juice and wheel of fortune. To know her, is to love her, and that’s really all there is to say. No fancy thesauraus terms, just love. The kind that lasts forever, and through anything, the kind that lots of people don’t find in their entire lives. Sometimes, when the wind blows softly I can’t help but thank whatever force of nature brought Morgan into my life, gratefulness whispered off chapped lips time and time again.
Thank you for loving me despite the fact that I cut cheese crooked, talk too loudly, and swear a bit too much. Thank you for holding our childhood sentiments faithfully in your hands, for never forgetting Colby Moments or that time Mack fell in that pond, for the Chandler List and always thinking Jason and Liz should be together. For the times when you remind me my Mum would be proud of me, that compliment from you means more than I could describe in this decade.
Thank you for it all.
