10/23/2023
The year 2021 started off as one of the hardest times of my life, and it bled into the following years with ease. When grief punctures a hole in your heart where there was once so much love, laughter, and years of growing up being watched over, it truly feels like it will never be filled again.
Losing family is a tumultuous and heartbreaking process. And whereas they can never be replaced, I’ve felt consolation in my “chosen family.” People who allow me to keep her alive by listening to my stories of her, eyes stinging through smoke and laughter, sharing meals, music, joy, and so much more.
You’ll hear me use the term chosen family and community a lot. I believe we are born into a life, and create a life. I may always miss the life I was born into, but I am exorbitantly thankful for the one I created, chose, foster, and love.
After two and a half long years, I’m finally taking photos for fun again. I’m finally finding new music to attach new memories to. I am reading for pleasure. I find happiness in new recipes. I learn from failures instead of being crushed by them.
I started my business of being an elopement photographer days after my aunt passed. She said “kid, you always do the scary thing. The thing that feels right. I love that about you.” In many ways, this beautiful business is dedicated to her. It’s dedicated to those with chosen family. Dedicated to those who push, and persevere, and choose their own path.
I am so thankful.