Ten is the number of years this boy is. Ten years since he burst forth into the world changing the course of my life. Ten years. Wow. A decade of being a mother. How clear in my mind the day of his birth is. I remember the Doctor coming in and saying, Ok, we’re ready to go! All of a sudden I started moaning and breathing deeply. She looked up What’s wrong? Where does it hurt? (I had an epidural so nothing was hurting.) I moaned back, Nothing huuurts. I’m juuust scaaaared!  I can laugh at this now but I was feeling true terror. It still terrifies me, actually. The idea that we’re responsible for making sure this boy grows up to be a good man blows my mind.

Alrighty then, on to photos before I give myself a panic attack. ; )

I happened upon the coolest wildflower field and knew this is where I wanted to take him for his birthday photos. I wanted something moody so I used all grainy black and white film. The weather even cooperated with stormy clouds off in the distance. I love how they came out. Nothing fancy, just him being a boy. Sometimes simple is best.