hydrangea love

When I was in college I worked for a photographer. Under the guise of my first design position, I mostly assembled proof packages and called the customers to let them know their proofs were ready. There was this *one* set of proofs of a little girl—a toddler—taken around Easter I believe, and there was a single shot that took my breath away. It wasn’t the lighting or the pose. It was a studio shot, for goodness sake. It was the little girl. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My reaction was so deep—I actually teared up when I saw it. And she was holding a little, fake hydrangea in her chubby little hand. I’ve never forgotten it. And, to be quite honest, I still have that proof somewhere.


reminders

Ever since that day, I’ve wanted a little girl. And I want her to be *that* little girl. And I’ll always buy her hydrangeas. Sigh…

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