The other night D and I had just put the kids to bed and as he was walking out of Evie’s room, he saw me in the hallway with my camera snapping away. He gave me an “oh there you are with your camera again” look, but didn’t say a word, and walked downstairs as I fumbled with my high ISO and tried to capture my sleeping boy with just the light of his moon lamp. After many years of basically having a camera as a third arm, he’s learned that it’s not abnormal for me to whip it out at the strangest of times. He doesn’t give me a weird look when I’m shooting the dirty dishes on the counter, or roll his eyes when I ask the kids to quick go outside because the light is so beautiful. He has never once questioned me spending my money on expensive photography equipment. He’s okay with me telling him to just stay there for a second while I run and get my camera. I think he’s starting to understand the photography jargon, and he’s even helped me figure out my editing programs. He is incredibly patient as I get the photo “just so” on family outings.
And he no longer questions why I’m shooting the seaweed in the sand when the big beautiful ocean is in front of me. Because he sees the whole picture. He is supportive and gets me. And isn’t it the best feeling in the world when someone gets you?
It’s nice to have people in my life, not just my husband, who get me and who I am and what I do.