When I was sixteen, the only thing I wanted in the entire world was freedom – freedom to go where I wanted, when I wanted. Freedom to get out, freedom to come back. My extremely generous Uncle Lou and my mother and stepfather orchestrated the purchase of a car for me. A brilliant car. A car named Soren. I am now 26 and he and I are headed into our eleventh year together.
For the past two years, I’ve closed out the year with a self-portrait and a few minutes of reflection on how my year has gone. As far as I can tell, it all just keeps getting better.
It’s going to be a slow week here on the blog – no weddings or engagements or portraits. But there’s always time for puppies. Taken on a much warmer day!
