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Growing up my mom was always behind a lens. She diligently captured every stage of my life from diapers, to chicken pox, to school field trips, to gymnastics meets, to my high school graduation and all those silly yet defining moments in between. Piles and piles of photo albums filled with irreplaceable memories used to fill her walk-in closet. Every now and then we would sit on the couch together and re-live the memories. I remember coming home from trips and anxiously awaiting her 35 mm film to develop so we could reminisce on all the incredible moments we shared. It was something that brought us together as a family. I'll never forget when she got her first digital camera; the original Canon Rebel. We were fascinated by it and all of its capabilities. It was her prize possession. Every now and then she would let me take a few pictures with it. Over time a few turned into a LOT. I started asking to borrow it on a weekly basis then eventually I just stopped asking and she let me take over the role of the family photographer. It was a passion that she instilled in me and now I carry it with me today. We were talking the other day and my mom was joking to me about how she needs credit for my love for photography since dad gets all the credit for my love for music so here's your shout out mom!
It's all because of you. You instilled not only a passion within me but also the love and support to help me pursue this dream of mine. I love you.