People always ask that never-ceasing question: Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Well, I’ve had a lot of changes in my life in the last 5 years – some of which I never planned on. So I try my hardest not to think about life as a time-crunch or a deadline that I absolutely have to meet with a predetermined product. Life just is. I will, however, say that I have a vision of my ideal life – a picture of a perfect day some time in the future. And here it is:
I’m waking up at 7AM to the sound of the baby stirring. I grab my cell phone and enter the nursery where my little girl is playing with her feet. After snapping a quick picture of her cuteness on my phone – as I always do – I pick her up and cuddle her so she knows she’s loved first thing in the morning.
My loving husband is already out doing what he loves – working with his hands – after dropping off the oldest at school. He’ll be back around lunch time to spend a few quality moments with me, the youngest boy, and our newest little addition – baby girl. But for now, it’s time to work on getting breakfast made for the kiddos.
After food and some cuddles on the couch with cartoons – a nice slow way to wake up – it’s time for the kids to take their naps and for me to get ready for my day. It’s gonna be a busy one – dropping the kids off with my mom, picking up the flowers and other props, traveling to the shoot location, and traveling back to my studio office to get the photos edited. But it’ll be worth it when I’m finally done with everything and ready to send that couple their beautiful printed engagement photos.
After a long – but fun and productive – day of work, it’s finally time to pick up the kids. I love it when I get to come home with them after a long day of photographing and editing. I leave the studio around 2:30, pick up the oldest from school, and swing by my mom’s to pick up the youngest – where I’m taking photos (again) of the kids and all their cute shenanigans.
We get home, and I make a nice healthy snack before sending the boys out to the backyard to play while the baby and I get done some more editing. I limit myself to just half an hour of working while I’m home so that I can spend time bonding with my children. I go outside with the baby and watch my boys running back and forth across the yard, climbing up the jungle gym, and swinging on our new playground equipment. I have to tell them about a dozen times not to go into the fenced-off area with the pool – they are children after all, and children tend to be hard-of-hearing when it concerns things they don’t want to hear. But surely enough, everyone makes it through playtime without drowning.
My husband gets home around 5 in the evening and kisses me with a “Hello wife. How did we manage today?” We talk about our days for a short time before the boys coerce my wonderful man to get in the pool with them – they’re not allowed without an adult. The baby takes another nap while I start on dinner, all while peeking out the back door at my three men, splashing each other and jumping off the diving board and doing tricks. Basically, they’ve become aquatic acrobats.
Dinner is ready, and of course the men are starving. After I get the baby’s food ready and set the table, we’re all sitting down together to eat and talk and laugh. And bond as a family.
We finish dinner, and the boys have their one hour play time before quiet time and getting ready for bed. My husband and I wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen while each taking turns at solving any world problems that arise – this boy took this boy’s toy, this one doesn’t want to do what I want to do, etc. Again – three little ones makes for a busy life.
Once everything is cleaned up, my husband and I tag-team quiet time. It’s the half-hour before all the kids are supposed to be tucked into their beds and drifting off to sleep. And with that description in mind, you’d think it’d be a peaceful half-hour. But most times, it is anything but! This boy doesn’t want to brush his teeth. That one’s got picture day tomorrow and wants to pick out his own outfit before bed. The baby senses tension and starts crying. But my husband and I are a team, and we always make it to 8:30 relatively in one piece!
After all of the squabbling is over, everybody under four feet tall is finally sound asleep. My husband and I pour ourselves a drink and turn on whatever YouTube or Netflix series we’re currently obsessed with. I do a quick tidy-up while he takes his shower, and he makes sure the kids are taken care of (meaning still sleeping) while I take mine. And then we drift off to sleep in each other’s arms to wake up the next day and start all over.
Every day is different. Although they may all start and end in relatively the same way – as having a routine is good for my mental health which my husband fully supports – the meat of each day is never the same. I’m a wife, mother, photographer, writer, singer, and so much more. My days are full of love and vitality, and I can’t help but be grateful to God that He blessed me with so much goodness. Life is hectic but never boring or stagnant. I feel at peace.