Fantasy vs. Reality…

In my mind, this is what my coffee table looks like…

But, this is what my coffee table really looks like (and, yes, that is a fake piece of dog poo, the running joke around these parts lately)…

In my mind, this is what my bedroom looks like…

But, this is what my bedroom really looks like.

A doggy co-sleeper pulled up along side our bed at night, and a chair so Luca won’t go tumbling off the bed at three in the morning (he can’t be in the middle because then he pushes my husband off the bed).

With two boys, two dogs, and a cat, my house will never look like a magazine.

Slowly, though, I’ve come to embrace this messy, sticky, gooey chaos.

Because, while our bed may be full of dog hair and kid-goop, it’s also full of happiness and love.

And, I’ll take that over picture-perfect any day.

Leslie: My Photographer…My Friend.

I met Leslie Gaworecki during my search for our wedding photographer.

Even before I saw her work, I knew she was the one for me.

I could sense her gentle spirit and her kind soul….and we just clicked.

And, she did not disappoint….as a photographer, or a person.

She captured so much that day.

Nerves….

Excitement….

Celebration…

Love…

And beautiful keepsakes of the four family members we would unexpectedly lose just two years later…

 

She’s given us a huge gift, allowing us to measure our children’s growth through her photographs…

And, she’s stuck with our insane family all these years, capturing memories sure to have otherwise been forgotten…

Nearly seven years have passed since I met Leslie.

And, things have changed.

I’m no longer the giddy, naive girl I was that day I walked into her office.

I’ve been hit with hard-cold life, tragedy, and blessings too big to count…each event written in soft lines around my eyes.

It’s no longer just me.

My family of one is now four.

And my dear friend is still beautifully chronicling this funny little journey called life.

Thank you, Leslie, for putting up with my crazy. And, for knowing me just well enough to capture who we are.

I’m forever grateful for you, my friend.