Back in July, we drove through cities pretending to be on country roads as we made our way to Long Beach, New York for a newborn session. Long Beach is this little piece of paradise filled with sunshine & sand out on Long Island. Nestled between little beach homes is Kim & Jim's cozy apartment, with the smell of the ocean at their doorstep. As we arrived, we immediately sensed summer's presence as their neighbors filled the streets with songs by The Avett Brothers.
We felt welcomed the second we entered Kim & Jim's home, especially since it reminded us of our own. The walls are filled with photographs, art, and decor that embodies their life story. The hallway filled with maps and oceanic decor representing the city they have built their life around. And at the end of the hall is Alden's nursery, which illustrates a new beginning.
Meeting newborns is always one of the reasons I love what we do. Their tiny hands, wrist wrinkles & their adorable feet are just my absolute favorite. Meeting Alden was no different. At just 17 days old, I was obsessed over his full head of hair & his curiosity of the world that surrounded him. His calmness & sleepy, little eyes allowed all of us to relax & capture raw, tender moments. And Kim & Jim's hospitality allowed us to remember that although this is a job, our purpose is to create memories.
I'm not sure I can put into words how much this session means to me. It encompasses everything I have ever dreamed Laughing Heart to be. A loving family swooning over their newborn, in a home filled with natural light in a cozy, little beach town. A session that felt more like meeting up with long lost friends as we shared laughs & personal stories.
Before we left, Jim noticed mine & Jason's E.E. Cummings tattoos & gave us a poem he thought we would like since we seemed like "poetry people". I would love to share it with all of you.
"We squat upon the beach of love
among Picasso mandolins struck full of sand
and buried catspaws that know no sphinx
and picnic papers
dead crabs' claws
and starfish prints
We squat upon the beach of love
among the beached mermaids
with their bawling babies and bald husbands
and homemade wooden animals
with ice cream spoons for feet
which cannot walk or love
except to eat
We squat upon the brink of love
and are secure as only squatters are
among the puddled leavings
of salt sex's tides
and the sweet semen rivulets
and limp buried peckers
in the sand's soft flesh
And still we laugh
and still we run
and still we throw ourselves
upon love's boats
but it is deeper
and much later
than we think
and all goes down
and all our lovebuoys fail us
And we drink and drown."
-Taken from "A Coney Island of the Mind. Poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti"