She is my first born, my heart. My Jillian. We go through phases as photographer and child of a photographer where she has a love/hate relationship with my camera. At times, she’s tired of it taking me away from her. And sometimes, she asks me to take her picture, and even guides me over to a window “for the best light, mom”. I don’t know how she knows this stuff. But she is coming into a phase where she is my little muse. I could take millions of pictures of her, each take reaching in a little further and tugging at my heart.
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