This morning, I opened up the front door and was welcomed by a breeze of cool wind. It wasn’t the type of breeze that makes you wrap your coat tighter around your body, but the kind that gives you hope that summertime is just around the corner. As I made my way down our front steps and my boots hit the sidewalk, the crisp morning smell immediately reminded me of summer vacations with my family.
With my trench coat belt tapping my legs with each stride, my mind took me back to mornings just like this – mornings that my eyes would open when I heard my dad rustling in our hotel room as he tried to get dressed in the darkness as not to disturb my mom, sister or me. But I always woke up. Not because he was making too much noise, but because the thought of grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting with my dad wherever our current vacation spot was sent a spark of excitement through me and there was no way I could go back to sleep. As he was just about to slip the hotel room key into his pocket, I quickly threw on jeans, a sweatshirt and flip-flops, put my hair into a ponytail that looks semi brushed and joined my dad as my mom and sister slept.
I’ll always remember one morning imparticular when we were vacationing on Martha’s Vineyard in May of 2006. Dawn had just broke when my dad and I sipped on our coffee as we sat on a bench along a rocking dock, watching the still ocean house dozens of sailboats with sleeping captains aboard. It was quiet. It was peaceful. And as I snuggled deeper into my sweatshirt, I was thankful. Its mornings like this that I will always love to remember and appreciate.
And here is a sneak peek from a shoot that I will be posting tomorrow…