The Fabulous Fishers - Sacramento Family Photographer

I have known Megan for pretty much as long as I can remember.  Our parents were part of a large group of  close friends, and they often got together for Easter brunches and 4th of July celebrations while we were growing up.  Megan's several years younger than me, so we didn't exactly hang out together, but we certainly saw each other every spring and summer when our parents toted us along to their parties!  I remember one 4th of July in particular... I was in my early twenties, so Megan was a teenager.  Of course, at 15 or 16, you don't have to accompany your parents to their parties anymore because you have your own stuff going on!  So, Megan rolled up with her little posse of teenagers to kind of check in with her parents for a few minutes... I'm not sure how long it had been since I had seen her last, but I was blown away when I saw her!  Not only had she all of a sudden become a young woman, but she was utterly gorgeous!  

Fast forward to the present, and she is still gorgeous - and a sweetheart!  I had the pleasure of shooting Megan and Steve, and Steve's adorable son, Tyson, on one of those perfect autumn days in Land Park.  I made the mistake of asking Tyson to stick his tongue out... and he thought it was so funny he figured he'd keep it out for the rest of the session!  I somehow managed to fool him into smiling instead for some of the time, and was able to capture his wonderful 5-year-old-ness!  Oh my goodness, what a cutie... That hair!  As Tyson ran some circles around us, we also got in some engagement photos of Megan and Steve... They were married the next weekend!  Congratulations to you both, and kisses to you all!


Birthdays and Pavlov's dog...

It's my birthday today... I'm 38.  No need for sympathy... it's okay, I'm cool with it!  38 is the new 28, right?  I was born on election day.  My mom has said she should've known something was up when she got her first contraction as she was voting for Nixon :)  Since today will undoubtedly be a pretty normal day of school drop-offs and pick-ups, homework, and soccer practice, we celebrated over the weekend.  My ever-amazing husband planned a birthday dinner out with wonderful friends, and we had a family party at Mom's house last night.  Yesterday, I got some lovely, lazy alone time on the couch with my book... and my iced venti Americano delivered right to me!  Aaah... I never get to read during the day!  Dude, what a treat!  The only bad thing is that I finished my book.

Why is that bad, you may ask?  Well, I get really bummed when I finish a book, especially when I don't have a new one to read!  And yesterday was even worse, because not only did I finish a book, and not have a new one on the horizon, but it was the last one in a series!  Series are awesome because you get to be excited when you finish the first book or two... there's another one ready and waiting for you!  But now I'm all invested in this damn tattooed girl who keeps playing with fire and kicking hornets' nests (I'll give you one guess which series I was reading) and it's OVER!  I can't go to sleep without a book!  I have completely conditioned myself to fall asleep while I'm reading.  I know I'm ready to turn the light off when I realize I've had the book open to the same page for 10 minutes while I fight to keep my eyes open... and I'm starting to drool.   If I go to bed with nothing to read, even if I'm wiped out, I toss and turn because I just can't get to sleep by simply laying down and closing my eyes.  I'm so conditioned now that if I sit down to read during the day, like yesterday, I start falling asleep after like 5 pages... and I'm so not a napper!  Seriously, I'm like Pavlov's dog, except that I don't salivate at the ringing of a bell... I get drowsy when a book is put in front of my face.  

So, I wasn't looking forward to bedtime last night.  No book... Ugh!  But, as luck would have it, my Auntie Marcia came to my rescue last night at my birthday party...  She gave me a new book!  Yay! And it's 985 pages, so I don't have to worry about being without a book for at least a couple weeks, right?  I doubt she realized quite how appreciated her gift was... well, I think I was gushing, so maybe she did.  Anyway,  I went to bed happy as a clam last night, and now I'm invested in a boy in 1911 who went down in the coal mines on his first day of being a man, on his 13th birthday.  I could tell you more about it, but I fell asleep after the first 15 pages...