Last weekend was spent shooting pictures.  The first set of pictures were friends of Tabitha.

The weather wasn’t going to work out and it looked as if we were going to have to cancel. As Saturday approached the weather cleared up and I made the call that the portraits were back on.  *Brenda sounded very relieved. She said it was very important that they get the pictures done as soon as possible.

As we got out there, I was reminded of the ‘friends’ we would taking pictures of.  See, Tabitha has LOTS of friends and to keep them straight I would need a flow chart.   I was reminded that the sister was battling cancer.
“Oh…Okay, it’s coming to me.” The sister had cancer. Yep, that’s all I knew.

When we got there I would have never guessed she had cancer. She was happy. She was running around and chasing her niece and nephew. She had this adorable haircut.  I thought, “hmm, she must be ‘all better'”.

By th end of the shoot her sister and her decided that she was comfortable enough to ask me something. “Can you get a picture of me without my wig on?”  She was wearing an adorable shirt that said, “I believe in a cure.” and wanted a picture to ‘remember’.
Before she took it off I was waiting for this huge transformation of her looks.  As the wig slid off her head, I muttered, “Bitch.”  She looked at me with her adorably stubbly head. “What?”
“You are just as beautiful without your wig.”
It was true.  I had just spent an hour with this woman watching her laugh and smile. It was impossible to not see her beautiful without something so superficial as ‘hair’.

As I was driving home later I was thinking about ‘cancer’. I know a lot of my readers have cancer or knows someone that has cancer.  That is about is close to cancer I had been up until Saturday.

Shaun told me, “Yeah, her sister has cancer.”
I informed him that I knew. I took picture of her without her wig on.
“No, her sister.  She has cancer too.”

Oh My God.  Both sisters fighting cancer together. One was on one side of it and the other just starting it.  There is a reason for everything. I am reminded of this.  One was laughing and smiling. She was the inspiration.  She would now be the rock for the other.  When the words, “I’ve been there.” are spoken between these sisters, it will mean something more than I will ever understand.

The next day, Shaun and I took pictures of Darius and Dominique. They are two brothers that are making something huge out of their lives.
This was our second shoot with the boys. They insisted that Shaun and I shoot their pictures again since the last set got them to ‘big places’.
This time their agent and mother came along with them.  I wasted no time letting their mother know that she had done a great job raising her boys.
They always made sure to address us, “Yes ma’am and Yes Sir.”
After an hour and half of watching the boys laugh and joke with each other while we took their pictures we called it a day.
“Pray they get the gig with Alicia Keys.”

It seems last weekend was about learning things about siblings and the love and strength they draw from each other.

Can I ask some of you to take up some of the praying for me?  One for the sisters and the other for the brothers.

This weekend…you might want to also pray for my children. I am going to make them realize that I will not spend the whole week cleaning and organizing for them to come in and mess it all up.
Oh no,  they will either learn to bond together to make mommy happy or I am going to take my camera and beat the living hell out them.