It was just days after Chanelle was born. Friends stopped by to visit and to meet our new little girl. They oohed and aahed at our new little bundle, while Charlie, who was not yet two, toddled around us. After a lovely visit, they were stepping outside into the darkness and the brisk cool air and one of them turned back, looked at the four of us and said, you have your boy and your girl. It’s perfect. Don’t mess with that.
They have been together since junior high, so of course, this day was inevitable. But was it really? I mean, when you stop and think about it the survival rate of relationships that begin in junior high? Well, studies show it’s somewhere in the 2 percent range. (Yes, I made that stat up.) At any rate, these two were so obviously meant to be. They go together like peanut butter and jelly or chips and salsa or, well, Sinjon and Michaela.
Ella booked her session early in the summer months. A lover of fall, she knew exactly what she wanted. We took a gamble and picked a day in late October and hoped that the unprdicibility of Ohio weather would have mercy on us and give us the golden leaves she so loves. In reality, we couldn’t have had a more perfect day. The temperatures were warm, red, gold, and orange leaves surrounded us, and the sun was shining. Perfection.
It was a cold day. A very cold day. Wind whipped around us and rain toyed with us throughout our session. Nick and Niki didn’t bat an eye, though. They handled it like the tough souls they are.