Quiet Moments…
I woke up early Monday morning. Not intentionally… i guess my internal clock was just ready to be up. I rolled over towards Ryan still asleep in bed and could just make out the outline of the bedroom window as the first light of day began to creep into the sky. It was quiet. Peaceful.
I wrapped my arm around his side and snuggled closer to him. He sighed contentedly and continued his light snoring. I had only been laying there a few minutes when I felt his hand grab my wrist and pull me in closer. I smiled to myself. Even asleep my husband wants me near to him.
As I lay there watching his side rise and fall with his steady breathing and observing the room growing brighter as the sun rose higher in the sky, I couldn’t help but appreciate the perfectness of this moment. The two of us pressed close, cuddled up in the privacy of our bedroom. The quietness of those precious moments just before dawn… the only noises the quiet spinning of our ceiling fan and our breathing. And I know that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
This is what it’s all about. These little moments in between the big events. The ones no one else sees, and yet, they’re the ones that mean the most – that say the most about you. There is no photograph to document it, only a mental picture and a feeling.
I like to think that I’m as genuine in the everyday as I am in those quiet moments. That I’m not wearing some kind of mask for the world or keeping myself so busy as to lose sight of what matters.
And I realized, while there may not be a picture to capture this particular moment between Ryan and me, it’s the kind of moment I strive to capture in my images. True moments, true feelings, the true You. It’s not an easy thing to let down one’s guard and become vulnerable, open, and sincere. But to be able to capture this kind of intimacy, this honesty and truth… that’s the goal. That’s perfection. Because then I’m not just freezing a moment in time. I’m freezing your essence…. an emotion, a passion, the little quirks of a relationship. The things that really matter. Not the body, so much as the soul and spirit of that one instant in time. So that it becomes more than a picture but a documentation of who you are… without the need for words…
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