On the weekend, I met with mama, baba, and Mr. T for a family session at the Olympic Village. This fun trio braved the cold air and had their first EVER family photo session.
Sometimes I marvel at the people who come into my life, and place a great deal of trust in me for their precious memories. I take it very seriously that they are relying on me to capture real and timeless images of them in a short amount of time. Thank you, mama and baba and T. I hope you had as much fun as I did.
When we were visiting my parents back in October, I helped my mom clean out their storage space. There were so many knick knacks I probably could have kept, but there were two photo albums I had my eyes on.
I was 16 at the time. It was the summer before we moved to Canada. My mom spent 3 months of her salary and bought us an outdoor photo session with two gorgeous leather albums. At the time, I remember thinking, this is sooooo stupid. I had to wear a dress! Somebody please hang me. Can you imagine me in a dress? Ugh. The stupid photographer made me do stupid poses and look stupid happy.
Yeah I was an ungrateful and angry teenager.
But when I look at those photos now, it has a different set of meanings to me. Those were few of the photos we have as a family. My parents didn’t plan for my brother and I to stay in Vancouver. They wanted us to get our education and go back to Taiwan. Little do they know, that was the last year we lived together as a family. We’ve been separated by thousands of miles ever since. That was 22 years ago.
So even though I was wearing a stupid dress and doing stupid poses some middle aged man was telling me to do, I wouldn’t trade those pictures for the world.
Even though she doesn’t think so, my mother is the one who taught me the value of photography. She spent money that she almost didn’t have, so we can have professional photos of our family to commemorate a big change in our lives.
When my mom asked me to take a nice picture of her, this is what I came up with. My mom turned 65 this year. I think she is more beautiful than she has ever been.
I’ve been swamped with work lately, that means Cliff does absolutely everything at home from grocery shopping, making meals, laundry, cleaning, ferrying the kids to preschool and music, feeding them, bathing them, and putting them to bed.
Before I left for work a few days ago, I hugged Cliff and said, “Babe, thank you for doing so much. You are my rock!”
Josh piped up, “But Daddy is not a rock!”
I laughed and said, “No, I don’t mean he is a rock. It’s called a metaphor. He is like a rock for me.”
Josh looked puzzled and said, “But he is not a rock.”
I said, “I agree with you. He’s not a rock. He is my rock.”
He was done with this conversation. He said, “He’s just Daddy.”
Savanna is not generally very snuggly. While she has sick, though, she became a snuggle bunny. She voluntarily puts her head on our shoulders and stays there for a long time.
Cliff got this fortune in his fortune cookie a while ago, and stuck it on our blackboard, next to the key/mail holder. It’s a great daily reminder for me to be grateful for my family.
Lucky for me, this is the third year in a row that I’ve had the opportunity to photograph Miles and his family. I met Miles’ mom at the community centre baby group when Miles and my son were both babies. That was about 3 years ago. It has been so much fun to see Miles grow into the little man that he is today. He loves to eat fish, he reads alphabets, and he loves to help out in the kitchen.
We had our session at Granville Island. We ran around, played hide-and-seek, ate a bagel, and ended the session in chasing seagulls. Fun times!