It seems that the moments I capture most these days are from this angle, behind them, a little more distance between us than there used to be. It's equally encouraging as it is heartbreaking. Ok, if I am honest, it's a little more heartbreaking. Next week the girls are heading to Atlanta to visit their Nanny and Pop, and while my stomach hurts thinking about them being on the other side of the country for an entire week without me, I know it will be good for all of us. Christopher and I will get time to connect and move apartments, (thankfully, just down the street) and I will hopefully finish up all of my loose end dance and photography jobs, so that come mid October we can settle into a brand new family rhythm. I am relearning that almost everything I feel and experience is bittersweet, and the reality of watching them grow into their own unique and independent selves is just that.