Up the hill from our house, there is a wide and empty field, right next to an old graveyard. It’s carpeted in dandelions and ringed with blackberry bushes. We head there at least once a week for a romp. Right now, the dandelions are past their prime, turned to ethereal grey mist, and because we blow them all over the field, making wishes, (we did this last year, too, so this may explain why the field is so full of dandelions….our bad, City of Abbotsford!), the tinies call it The Field of Wishes.
Last week, Brian was out of town on business, and out of sheer compassion and an understanding that I was probably desperate to talk to another grown-up by supper-time, my friend, Stephanie, called to invite us over to the field with her two kids and husband (who was a mighty good sport about hauling a turqoise dresser out to a field so that she could take pictures of their two delightful daughters, one of whom has become a dear friend to Anne). She’s a talented and busy photographer, she had her camera, there was a turquoise dresser, and next thing we knew, magic happened.
She posted a few of the photos over at her gorgeous blog, if you’d like to see (and you know you do….).
She didn’t ask me to do this next part: seriously, if you live in the Lower Mainland, you should totally book Retrospect Photography for some family photos. She also does weddings, maternity, and grad photos, too. Stephanie is incredibly good at what she does, clearly, but she’s also a good friend to me, kind, welcoming, generous. I’m so thankful for her family in our life, they are a wish come true for us.
Thank you again, Stephanie! We love you guys.
