Be here now, I tell myself. My aching arms and back are only temporary. This belly, and these hormone induced bi-polar like meltdowns are only temporary. No place to call our own is only temporary. My little lady needing her mama so much, is only temporary. And yet there is so much of the present that I wish could last. Can she fit in my arms forever?
These photographs capture my days. My days of rocking and rocking and rocking my little lady to sleep. She must sense she will be sharing me soon. The bathroom mirror I glance in to see if she is asleep yet. The window I always leave open to savor that good NW air. My protruding belly. Her bum in disposable’s half of the time. Sigh. A ring to remind me we can get through anything together. Forever. The calm I feel when she is finally asleep.
Lately I find myself wanting to document and share, but sometimes I feel confined by the history of this blog. Everything I’ve shared here has always weaved in and around food, and while I will always celebrate the colors and tastes that fill our bellies, I want this space to grow with me, with us.
A year and a half ago I found myself in the middle of nowhere, WY and I became consumed with my kitchen and making every single thing from scratch, maybe for lack of anything else to do. I discovered a domestic life was far more attractive than I could have ever imagined and suddenly cooking and baking became my catalyst for finding joy and navigating the newness of motherhood. I found myself as a wife and mother, in rising doughs and fermenting cabbage.
Now I am back in a city full of life, with everything at my fingertips. I am finding myself once again in movement, light, rain, and puddles. I am finding myself wanting to capture this season in photographs rather than food. Maybe it’s not having a kitchen to call my own, or maybe it’s this stage in pregnancy. Regardless of the reason, I am filled with a desire for a new creative outlet. The only problem is I am just a wanna-be photographer. I took a few photography classes in high school but beyond that I have no idea what I am doing. I just know I love capturing life with my camera like I love chopping vegetables and whisking batter. I also love to write and while my lack of formal education leaves my confidence low, it is something I must do whether I am “good” at it or not. This online space gave me confidence in my kitchen endeavors and helped refine my love for cooking and baking. I have hopes that this space could do the same thing for my photography and writing if I let myself express ALL the things that make my heart go pitterpatterclunk, regardless if it is related to fresh baguette out of my oven. This space will continue to be a keeper of our favorite family recipes, memories, and thoughts on food, but I am inspired to let it become more than that if and when it feels natural. So here I give myself permission to grow and evolve and share beauty wherever I find it.