One of my favorite things to do tell stories. I am honored each time a client comes back and trusts me to tell theirs, again, and again.
I have been photographing this sweet family over the past year or so. It’s always so fun to watch clients’ sweet babies in their first year and as they grow up.As y’all know, one of my favorite stories to tell is a homecoming story. I patiently waited to get the date and time (which was supposed to be while I was on vacation), but it just happened that it was pushed to right after I got home.I’m not a morning person, and rarely am I ever excited about getting up at 3:30am, but when I have a homecoming scheduled, I roll right out of bed. We did misjudge the weather a little bit- although it was 45 degrees, it was a cold and wet morning. Everyone was bundled up. The thing I’ve learned about homecomings is, most of the time they are “hurry up and wait.” And so it started.
We both arrived early, around 4:30. Once we got there, we were told it was going to be 6:00. 6:00 turned into 6:15, 6:20. For the waiting families, each moment seemed to be passing slower and slower.
Finally we heard the approaching sirens of the police cards that lead the buses in. The smiles that are captured when you see those red and blue lights are so full of relief and genuine happiness. Only a few more, excruciating moments until they are in their soldier’s arms again.
The crowd was screaming with excitement. I love being able to see the feet under the buses and just a few of the soldiers through the middle of the buses.
So. close. But so far. Prayer. Commendation. and finally, they were released. The crowd made a mad dash toward the guys, Julie was smart to stay back so her husband could find her right away.
Moments later he appeared out of the crowd and their family was reunited.
Thank you SO much for allowing me to shoot this special time for you. Welcome Home Nick!
