Four Beauties

Here is a single mom doing an amazing job raising three beautiful, intelligent girls. And this woman has more energy than I could ever dream of having.  When I mentioned this to her girls, one of them said that people always comment on her unbounding enthusiasm. I believe it - she inspires me!

The oldest daughter…

The Middle…

The Youngest…

A Stunning Crew…

Having Fun Together…

~Trista

Owed to Joy – Christmas Eve Passage

My daughter’s are 6 and 8 and in love with the magic of Christmas. They love the magical atmosphere that this season brings…the happiness and peace among friends and strangers. It makes me so happy to see them happy. Which leads me to my passage… Two weeks ago during our church service they read this lovely story that summed up to me why Christmas is so amazing when viewed through the eyes of a child. I wanted to save it and share it with my blog readers on Christmas Eve so that you can think about it tomorrow morning just like I will be. Enjoy…

 

 OWED TO JOY

The year our youngest daughter, Shelly, was four, she received an unusual Christmas present from “Santa.”

She was the perfect age for Christmas, able to understand the true meaning of the season, but still completely enchanted by the magic of it. Her innocent joyfulness was compelling and catching — a great gift to parents, reminding us of what Christmas should represent no matter how old we are.

The most highly prized gift Shelly received that Christmas Eve was a giant bubble-maker, a simple device of plastic and cloth the inventor promised would create huge billowing bubbles, large enough to swallow a wide-eyed four-year-old. Both Shelly and I were excited about trying it out, but it was after dark so we’d have to wait until the next day.

Later that night I read the instruction booklet while Shelly played with some of her other new toys. The inventor of the bubble-maker had tried all types of soaps for formulating bubbles and found that Joy dishwashing detergent created the best giant bubbles. I’d have to buy some.

The next morning, I was awakened very early by small stirrings in the house. Shelly was up. I knew in my sleepy mind that Christmas Day festivities would soon begin, so I arose and made my way toward the kitchen to start the coffee. In the hallway, I met my daughter, already wide awake, the bubble- maker clutched in her chubby little hand, the magic of Christmas morning embraced in her four-year-old heart. Her eyes were shining with excitement, and she asked, “Daddy, can we make bubbles now?”

I sighed heavily and rubbed my eyes. I looked toward the window, where the sky was only beginning to lighten with the dawn. I looked toward the kitchen, where the coffeepot had yet to start dripping its aromatic reward for early-rising Christmas dads.

“Shelly,” I said, my voice almost pleading and perhaps a little annoyed, “it’s too early. I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”

Her smile fell away. Immediately I felt a father’s remorse for bursting her bright Christmas bubble with what I suddenly realized was my own selfish problem, and my heart broke a little.

But I was a grown-up. I could fix this. In a flash of adult inspiration, I unshouldered the responsibility. Recalling the inventor’s recommendation of a particular brand of bubble-making detergent — which I knew we did not have in the house — I laid the blame squarely on him, pointing out gently, “Besides, you have to have Joy.”

I watched her eyes light back up as she realized, in less than an instant, that she could neutralize this small problem with the great and wonderful truth she was about to reveal.

“Oh, Daddy,” she promised, with all the honesty and enthusiasm and Christmas excitement she could possibly communicate, “Oh, Daddy, I do.”

I broke records getting to the store, and in no time at all we were out on the front lawn creating gigantic, billowing, gossamer orbs–each one filled with Joy and sent forth shimmering into the Christmas sun.

— By Ted A. Thompson

May your Christmas day be filled with Joy and Delight.

Here are  few photos that I found while looking through older photos that I’ve taken of my two girls… they made me feel joyful and I hope they do the same for you…

Taken about three years ago when I was still using backgrounds and strobes…

Lili playing about four years ago…

Sophia and her girlfriend spinning in our  yard about a year ago…

~Trista

Enjoying Color

How many of us stopped this fall to take in the glorious, intense colors of the autumn leaves? This little girl was experiencing the sensory treat for the very first time. It was a delight to watch her parents introduce her to it.

~Trista

Fun and Playful Family in Memphis

Here is a family I have photographed before when their oldest was a newborn. I was so excited to hear that they wanted me to photograph their newest addition as well.

Here is big brother…

and I love this outtake, absolutely adore it…

~Trista

Back to Normal Pace

Wow, I just took one major whirlwind ride. As you can see, my blog has not been updated since the middle of November. About that time, I got to a critical level in my business where I had to put everything non-essential on the back burner and focus strictly on taking care of my clients needs…shoot…proof…ordering sessions…delivery…period. Tomorrow I will be shipping out my last two orders promised for Christmas. Whew. For those of you waiting for books (baby first year clients and seniors), I will be spending the next two weeks putting together your custom stories and you will have them by the beginning of January. If you are waiting for albums, they should be arriving shortly and I will get them out ASAP.

I will now be back to posting every few days with sessions. I also will be posting a lot of exciting things as I turn to the season where I tweak my business for the year to come.

In January I will be in California and Arizona for the first 15 days. I will be attending my professional photography conference in Phoenix, spending time with some long lost relatives, and shooting in the desert (a first for me). At the end of January and early February my photographic exhibit “An Interpretation of Diversity” will be running at Gallery 88. In February, I will have my 2nd Annual Week of Surprises right here on the blog.  So it certainly will not be a boring winter around Look Who Just Blouin Photography. Make sure you place my blog on your blogfeed so that you can stay up-to-date on all the latest news.

Peace to all…trista