Today is the launch of a new weekly post celebrating the time spent between 5 days of craziness, too little sleep, 5 am work outs, hurried dinners, and early bed times.
As much as I am a slave to words I want to include more photos, more windows into this world. Seeing the photos of the lives I follow on the internet are always such an inspiration. They remind me to capture the little moments, and to go out and make big adventures of our normal-sized lives.
I also want to continue to grow in photography and push myself to tell stories not just with words but also with images. I want to use the cameras we have in this house more, I want to put the lenses we have to good use, I want to slow down our hurried lives just a fraction of an inch and snap a photo of a quiet moment, a dance party moment, the many family moments I want to scoop up and carry with me forever and ever.
This is a little bit of an experiment, but what I am hoping to accomplish is a start to finish weekend photo journey with a little bit of exposition included.
This weekend started with a 4 am wake up call that put me on a plane back to the Bay Area by 6:30 in the morning. Seattle does an excellent farewell.
I was really, really stressed about going back to the bay because even though I adore Seattle and am so grateful we had the opportunity to move back, I will always feel a part of me lives back in the Bay Area. Friday night I cried to Kamel about how I didn’t want to be faced with the truth of how it isn’t our home anymore. I didn’t want to drive down our streets or go to our gas stations, our Target, our airport. I want to pretend we get to have it all, all the apartments I’ve ever had, and the one we have right now. But we can’t… Life moves forward. And I really didn’t want to be reminded.
But! I was in town for one of our dear friend’s baby shower. And THAT was worth a little emotionally taxing anticipation.
(Pregnant lady of honor, enjoying a benign glass of champagne! The lovely, Miss Amanda.)
(4 am wake-ups don’t do nice things to hair.)
After the shower there was a lot of backyard hanging, hot dog eating, champagne drinking. I stayed up past my bed time talking, laughing, telling stories, and watching Amanda and Chad’s wedding video from a thousand years ago. It was glorious.
The next day we brunched and wandered around Sacramento and happened upon a street fair.(The artist, posing with his creation.)
And then back to the airport I was, jetsetting home in time for dinner. Goodbye old home.
(I had just driven over that bridge a few hours before. Funny to see it from the sky.)
Back into the arms of these goobs. My favorite of all the goobs.
Love me some weekends.