We are not idealized wild things.
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.
The genuine laughs, the thoughtful and curious interactions, how gently dad holds onto his daughters hand.
I am so grateful that I was entrusted to capture these special moments to live on forever. To spark their memories in a year from now, from a decade from now, on their daughters wedding day, and all the days after.