Once A Girl, Now A Woman



Witnessing your walls coming down, letting loose, and just being in your element reminded me of why I do what I do.  It’s pretty obvious in your photos, that you had a great time at your Quinceanera.  But I’d like to tell you what else I saw that day.

I saw you you walk into the church a girl, and come out a woman.

I saw your dad tenderly cup your face in his hands as your father-daughter dance drew to a close, and lean down to place a kiss on your forehead.  This was such a powerful yet delicate pause in the evening…and it was gone within seconds.  This was, by far, my favorite moment from the night.

I saw you surrounded by your friends, and all of their personalities were unique which just made it that much better.  At one moment, I turned around and lifted my camera, and all you girls struck a fun pose.  It was this picture that moved me in a new way while I edited it.  I had goosebumps creep up my arms as I just sat back and looked at it.  I mean really looked at it.  You all are absolutely beautiful, but more importantly, you have a bond.  Each of them, pretty in pink, rallied around the One In White on her special day (that’s you).  In our world right now, girls don’t know the true meaning of friendship anymore.  It’s not about self-gain.  It’s not calling someone because it’s simply convenient.  It isn’t showing up only when you want to.  No...a solidified connection like this is lasting.  It is sharing a smile across the room, giggling because you know what the other is thinking.  It’s dancing like a fool beside your best friends, knowing your heart is safe with them.  It’s being vulnerable and stretching beyond oneself to put yourself in her shoes. That…that is friendship.  And that’s exactly what I saw.

I saw you.




“I saw you walk into the church a girl, and come out a woman.”

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