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{Girly} Richmond Hill Child Photographer

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I first spoke with Laura in mid October and within a few moments on the phone hoped they’d pick me to be their photographer. Genuine and kind, Laura and I chatted easily about their proposed session and we scheduled a date for their pre-session consultation. The main purpose of hiring me was to celebrate their daughter’s 1st birthday and when mom told me she wanted “girly” I may have screamed a little inside. Most of you know that I have two boys, and although I love them dearly, I do go a little crazy when the girls come to see me. Not much glitter and pink in my house. 🙂

Mom excitedly emailed me Baby A.’s clothing choices (yes, they are babies to me until after they turn one) so we could coordinate her little sets in studio (which I love to do!) We also planned to spend a little time at J.F. Gregory to capture a handful of family images as well.

As kind as Rand and Laura are, it was no surprise how buttery sweet and outgoing their beautiful daughter was.

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Precious Baby A. oozed personality.

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Close-ups and detail shots are a favorite during milestone sessions. Baby A. already has that look down! 🙂

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I was really looking forward to the cake smash. Laura told me during her pre-session consultation that she wanted “pink and girly” for Baby A.’s smash, and obviously I was eager to oblige. I’d been wanting to purchase one of these beaded curtains, and her session gave me just the reason to do it! I l love how it adds a touch of whimsy and glam.

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Cake smashes can be a gamble. Some babies have zero interest in the cake; they aren’t quite sure what to do or they have a great dislike for being dirty. Others are the complete opposite and Baby A. definitely fit into that camp. Once she had a taste of that frosting, she started to dive in.

In a big way. 🙂

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Did I mention both of Baby A.’s parents work at Kroger? So you know that cake was delicious!!

And then the fun was over. And babies have no trouble letting you know when they are done.

It’s her party, right? These make me laugh. Out loud. Do you think Baby A.’s parents will slip these into her senior high school slideshow?

She’s just too cute.

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I’d be remiss not to share a couple of Baby A.’s wonderful parents. It was such a perfect night.

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Laura made my week when this message from her popped up in my email just hours after receiving her order.

“I can’t thank you enough. Everything is so beautiful, I’m thrilled with the results.”

Laura and Rand, thank you for trusting me with your precious family memories. I had a wonderful time with the three of you and I look forward to seeing you again soon.

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{Motivational Monday.4} Richmond Hill Photographer

 

If you follow my Facebook page then you know that my computer was in the shop last week. Failing hard drive. Ugh. Thankfully I caught it before anything too disastrous had occurred and took it to my favorite computer guy in town, Mike, at Tech Smart in Richmond Hill. Seriously, if you need anything technical done, go see Mike. He’s terrific. Tell him I sent you. 🙂

Due to aforementioned computer struggles, I didn’t blog last week, but did post a fun motivational image on my page. Glad to be back blogging this week’s Motivational Monday!

A Ship in Harbor

Honestly, I am not a huge fan of boats, or water (other than my shower, bath or a good swim in the summer). I can do the beach a few times each year, but my heart doesn’t call to it like some I know. My aunt and uncle’s place is right on Hood Canal in Washington. I have fond memories of visiting during the summer, ankle-deep in muck during low tide, collecting seashells and shiny rocks. High tide we’d venture out onto the dock, feel it sway beneath our sandy, water-logged feet. Evenings would bring s’mores and my sweet cousin lovingly tying my hair in swift, neat french braids down my back. My dad had a boat for a time. I’ll never forget the bright orange life vests my brother and I dutifully wore, or how the wind pushed back against my lungs as I breathed in the mist of boats racing past as we sped forward, bouncing over the waves.

But this isn’t about beaches, summer vacations, or lazy weekends on the river in my dad’s boat.

No, this is all about purpose.

The purpose of a ship.

And your purpose.

Which are, in a way, eerily similar.

So, is the ship’s lot in life to stay safe, tucked tidily in the harbor, moored to a rickety, algae-covered dock?

No. No, that isn’t the purpose of a ship at all.

It’s to explore, to confront the mighty tides, to steer headfirst into the wind. A ship’s purpose is a vehicle for voyage – filled with discoveries, star-studded night skies, open air, a chance for rebirth and renewal. But perhaps most importantly, a ship’s purpose is to lose sight of the shore.

Scary? Yes.

A chance to be amazing? Yes, my friend. Absolutely.

How about you? Are you a ship protected by that dock or are you turning your sails into the wind, losing sight of the shore, taking chances, living your dreams?

Have a great week.

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P.S. The wonderful quote is by John Shedd, 1850-1926

{Motivational Monday.2} Richmond Hill Maternity Photographer

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If you knew me growing up, you’d emphatically agree that I put myself out there. Not in a thrill-seeking, adrenaline pumping kind of way, but more of a let’s-see-if-I’m-any-good-at-this type thing. Student council, writing contests, band, singing, photography, cheerleading, scrapbooking, theater, dance, track, gymnastics … the list goes on and on. Sometimes I’d discover I had a natural ability and other times? Well, not so much. And while there were definitely times I’d have to brush off the old ego, I knew I’d never look back and regret NOT trying.

I read an article the other day about Australian nurse Bronnie Ware who spent several years in palliative care, tending to patients during the last few weeks of their lives. Witness to many dying epiphanies, Ware eventually compiled her observations into a book, The Top Five Regrets of the Dying.

Can you guess what the #1 regret was?

That’s right.

Living a life with dreams, unfulfilled.

How heartbreakingly sad. To be at the end of your life only to realize you are completely out of time.

Regret.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to live a life of regret or missed opportunity. Looking back at the end of my days, thinking, “What if I’d only tried?”

Granted, this doesn’t mean I’ve never questioned myself because goodness gracious, what if I FAIL? What if I fall so hard, so fast that I don’t even have time to catch myself? What will people think of me?

My close friends, my family, my adoring husband will all attest that sometimes I need a no-holds barred, gorilla-sized push. But guess what? I DO it. I try. I give myself the chance to fail miserably, or to succeed beyond my wildest dreams.

Opening up a larger studio is scary. Like stupid scary. Double the size, double the overhead, double the stress. But imagine the possibility! Just like 2.5 years ago when we moved to Richmond Hill, I was at a cross-roads. It was a poop or get off the pot moment, and I had to make a decision. So I asked myself, what do I want? Do you want to quit, throw in the towel, recite your speech and walk off the stage, toss the mic aside?

The answer was clear.

No.

No, I didn’t want to do any of those things.

So the choice became simple, really.

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What about you? Do you have a dream just itching to be fulfilled?

What’s holding you back?

Fear? Money? Support?

What are you waiting for?

I want to hear about what dream you’re holding on to.

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{Motivational Monday.1} Richmond Hill Family Photographer

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Starting in junior high, I began to write inspirational and motivational quotes on index cards. White, purple, pink, blue … multi colored ink splattered on these rectangular pieces of paper, the flourish of my pen changing with my adolescent moods. I’d scour my grandparent’s Reader’s Digest magazines, bypassing all the humor pages to find the quotes scattered throughout. Before I knew it, I had a giant stack of them, pancaked together with at least two rubber bands, holding on for dear life. Whenever I’d have a sporting event, a big project, or on opening night of a show I was starring in, I’d break out that stack and read through most of them, losing myself in the prose. I know the messages of wisdom and positivity helped get me through a lot in my younger years. Like many of you, I struggled (and still do) with thoughts of negativity and inadequacy. Filling myself up with those words boosted my spirits, renewed my strength, and immediately changed my viewpoint.

I have since lost those cards, the ones I spent hours carefully transcribing with attentive penmanship in my youth, to the passages of adulthood. I slowly, unconsciously utilized them less and less, as I moved on to college and beyond. But there have been many days where I’ve reached out to touch them, saddened to find nothing there. As a mother, the Bible has become more of a guide to help me navigate through these somewhat murky waters, but I find myself inherently missing those simple cards. Reminiscing of where I was when I wrote each one, at times noticing a smudged letter, perhaps a tear that was shed? The innocence of childhood lost somewhere in the abyss of becoming a woman, a wife, a mother.

And thus, Motivational Monday was born.

I still find myself needing a good mental boost, probably more than I’d like to admit. And if I need a boost, maybe you do, too? I’ve scoured the internet (okay, mostly Pinterest) to find some of my favorites, old and new. Hopefully you find inspiration, comfort and strength in them as much as I do.

First up?

One of my favorite quotes. Ever.

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There’s many reasons why Einstein is considered one of the greatest minds of all time, and this quote is surely one of them.

As for me?

Well, I’ve got big, big dreams.

What are yours? Feel free to comment and share! I’d love to hear.

Happy Monday, friends.

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DesiJanuary 18, 2016 - 3:44 pm

I love that quote. I am struggling with dreams right now. I’m at yet another turning point as we are about to move again and I’m not sure where I want to go next. So I guess my dream is to find my post military finally settled dream and to start working towards that.

adminJanuary 25, 2016 - 1:40 am

Desi, being a military wife is tough. True, it brought me some of the greatest blessings but it is definitely not for the faint of heart. We have to give up a lot, or at least put things on the back-burner, our dreams included. Here’s to your post-military life dreams … and those dreams becoming reality.

{One Love Fundraiser} Richmond Hill Photographer

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I absolutely love to give back. Truly, it’s a passion of mine. I believe that God endows us all gifts and it is our job to share them with others – willingly, freely, and happily. I am thrilled to be teaming up with One Love Animal Rescue of Savannah in February for our 1st annual photography fundraiser.

One Love is instrumental in helping unwanted, abandoned and neglected pets in the Savannah area by coordinating with rescue groups, shelters and their selfless, hard-working volunteers to secure loving, forever homes for the animals in their care.

Back in March of 2015 we lost our lovely black lab, Zoe. You can read about her here. Several months after her passing my family started to feel the pull of welcoming another dog into our home. On a whim, we traveled to Pet Smart for one of their adoption days. It is there where we met Farrah. One look and the four of us were pretty smitten. She was friendly and outgoing, with a stunning red coat, large brown eyes and a warm smile (yes, my dog often looks like she’s smiling). 🙂

We began the adoption process. Taran and I were impressed with One Love’s attention to detail and thorough selection process. Even after Farrah’s adoption was final, One Love reached out on other occasions to make sure Farrah was settling in and that all was well. It is more than obvious that One Love cares deeply for not only the animals they rescue and foster, but for the adoption families as well.

As a non-profit organization, donations are an extremely vital part of One Love’s ability to continue to help the Savannah area’s most needy creatures. Staff members are all loving volunteers and all donations directly benefit the animals in their care.

On Saturday, February 20th from 9:00-3:00, you may bring your pet(s) to MMP’s Richmond Hill Studio for pet portraits. A session fee of $35 will be fully donated to One Love. Print packages will begin at $25. This is a wonderful opportunity to capture fun, unique portraits of your pet(s) and be able to give back to a group that has done so much for the animals in our community.

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Please call the studio at (912) 200-5284 or email me at megan@meganmyrickphotography.com to book your appointment. We kindly ask that your pet is fully vaccinated, social with other animals and that adult dogs are able to follow simple voice commands.

In the words of James Herriot,

“If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.”

See you (and your pets) soon!

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