The trip had been planned for months. Months before the emotional storm that wreaked havoc on my heart just a day before. It was hard to leave. Hard to drive away when all I wanted to do was stay and cuddle my littles.
I drove into a lightening strom and through the thunder that followed I pushed away the tears. I had never cried when leaving before. I prayed that I was doing the right thing.
I got off the plane and was welcomed into the arms of a friend. In that moment I felt such a release. I talked and I talked and I fought the tears all afternoon. Being able to hear myself think for the first time, with her listening nearby, brought such comfort.
Then it was time to shoot. When I got out of the car and I got to reunite with my clients from years ago, all felt right in my world. I felt the laughter all the way into my toes. I felt the joy surround me and I felt such peace for the first time in days. That connection feeds my soul. It is above all else why I do what I do.
