Moving In

I have a beautiful friend. A strong friend.

She has four boys she loves like air. She is married to her sweetheart and they have faced a lot of life together.

I haven’t known her all that long, but we are both used to always needing to find new friends. Building a home up around us time and again.

She has recently begun a new adventure and they have moved into a new home they will settle down in, stepping away from our gypsy ways.

Her honest soul let me in to a house just unpacked and already full of their life and love. I love how she lets me come with my camera and just be with them, just see and share.

To see boys learning, home schooled round a big table, Dad strumming his guitar, and we run down to the corner market for a bag of tacos. Lay them out in the backyard and look at Deathstars and X-Wing Fighters in young men’s sketchbooks. Climb over the back fence in golden light to peek at their world, carved into the hill amidst trees, swinging their dreams up into the sky. They ask me to take a picture of the sunset, cause doesn’t it look good from right where we stand. Running back up and over the fence to show me more secret spots and laugh and swing round their mother. Us all growing up together.

Thankful for a night spent just being with others. Others fighting this fight to hold our boys close and give them home in all this wide world.

“Just know you’re not alone, cause I’m gonna make this place your home” –  a song I heard on Pandora

9-15-12 . 28mm . evening light