Special is in the eye of the beholder

I've never been one to talk about my children much. When someone asks how they are, I've always given a pretty quick and succinct answer (that is completely void of any mention of their sleeping habits and bowel movements). I haven't ever wanted to bore other people with the goings on as my life as a mother. In conversation I've treated looking after the children like any other career, and ensured I never spent more than 15% of any given conversation talking about them.

I've avoided over hyping my own children for two reasons 1. I loathe it when people bang on about their kids non-stop, to the complete detriment of intelligent conversation and 2. I think my kids are fabulous, but you don't have to.





I was reminded of point two on the weekend. My friend Anna asked after Miles and Ryan. I gave the usual 'yep, all good, haven't broken them completely yet' kind of answer and she laughed (and not at my oh-so-not-so witty response). 'You've always been like that,' Anna reminded me. 'You've never forced anyone else to love your kids'. And it's very true. Like I said, I think my kids are fabulous, but I'm fully aware that they are neither out of the ordinary or entirely special. I know that every mother feels their child is god's gift to this earth, and on doing the maths, I know that not every kid can be (yes, I'm aware I've opened up a religious can of worms there. Let the worms flow forth!).

Sure, my children are completely special to me, but that's enough. I don't need the world to think they're special too.



So as more of an aside, and so his grandfather can see some recent photos of him, here are some portraits I took of Miles to commemorate him turning 5. His birthday was completely special to our little family, and Miles revelled in the knowledge that he was growing up and up and up. Amba and I high fived (as we do as each kid reaches any new milestone) at having got Miles this far, and all signs were looking good for Miles turning out just fine.

Happy birthday Miles. To me you are entirely special.




* Meaghan

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Wedding - Eliza and Dave [Queenscliff, VIC]

There's many reasons a wedding might get held up. I've seen a few while I've been photographing weddings. Vintage car brakes down on side of highway, wedding rings were left in the other bag back at the hotel, bride so nervous she had to sit and breathe into a brown paper bag.

But a missing organist? This was a new one for me.

Dave held court out the front of the church while Eliza toured Queenscliff with her father in his vintage car. Dave laughed, shrugged his shoulders, and let his groomsman get a mark of his suit.













The organist appeared, and without further ado, Eliza arrived. The simply stunning Eliza. That dress, those flowers, that all encompassing smile. Now they had music, it was on with the show!

























The perfect married couple. Everyone at the wedding agreed. In fact it was one of the things I heard repeated most. There was certainly a general consensus that Eliza and Dave were meant for each other, with their matching intellect, humour and warmth.

































The Vue Grand, the beautiful Vue Grand.











'Ang about, there's a smudge on the mirror and it's waving.



























Congratulations Eliza and Dave!



Wedding details:
Dress: Gwendolynne Burkin
Hair and Makeup: Leesa Gray-Pitt
Bride's hair peice: Richard Nylon
Bride'smaides dresses: Satch
Groom and groomsmen's suits" Zenetti
Florist: Moss Industry
Cake: Kiss Kakes
Cars: Geelong Wedding Cars, and Bride's father's Jensen
Invitations: Tickled Pink Invitations
Reception: The Vue Grand, Queenscliff


* Meaghan


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