Lately the fragile beauty of life has been front of my mind and heart. I have been struck by this desire to photograph all the beauty and life and love I see all around me. My friends, their babies, my babies, strange babies I see on the street. I want to capture it all. To commemorate all that is lovely and dark and painful and joyful and wonderful about this journey called life. I sound like a sap, I suppose because I am being one. I simply can’t help it. Maybe it’s my upcoming 40th birthday or the realization that our parents are growing older or the true adulting I am seeing in my first born offspring or the loss someone I care about has endured that I have helplessly watched from a distance.  It’s likely all of those things and more. Whatever it is, it caused me to reach out again to a friend of mine whose 9 year old daughter has been battling cancer since last summer and was about the complete her final round of chemotherapy. I wasn’t sure she would want to, or would understand my desire to commemorate this challenging time, but she understood exactly what I meant and jumped at the chance to have this moment in time, this most beautifully painful, boring, hopeful, exhausting journey, forever captured in photographs. It feels like an honor, a privileged, to be allowed into this sacred and private place and time. Thank you. We will continue to pray for you, Cate the Great!