When someone gets behind your lens that you have a history with it changes the way you photograph them. It isn’t just a session, it’s a memory. And tonight as I sifted through the memories I have with these two young women, I found myself crying. A lot. You see, these women have sort of been my life for the last few years. They have tucked themselves so deep in my heart that I wasn’t even prepared for such an emotional night of editing and writing. But here I am wiping away tears and facing the reality that I soon have to say goodbye…and I’m just not ready to yet. Abby and Emily…you’ve changed me. I know when our journey first set out it was my job to sculpt you…shape you…but here we are so many years later and I realized you’ve left a mark on me. I laugh at our early beginnings… I didn’t even know you two were twins until about a year after we first met. I smile (and laugh) at all the experiences we’ve had… from van rides, to Sunday afternoons, to snapchats, to faraway trips, to nights in the hot tub, to house sitting shenanigans. And I am teary and reflective at the end. I resolve though that this can’t possibly be the end of our journey together. Sisters don’t ever stop being sisters. And that my dear Abby and Emily…that is how I see you. Always sisters. Always.
