My mom knew Owen and I were coming in for the weekend from Tennessee, but she didn't know how early we were going to be there. Or that we had a little surprise in tow for her. :) We showed up at my moms house around 12:30 last Thursday and went in. We figured she would be sitting on the couch watching her soap opera. hehe. But she wasn't! So here Matt and I stand in the kitchen whispering back and forth where the heck is she? Then we saw her, ironically enough, in my brothers old bedroom making the bed. In walks Matt and says to her, "You didn't have to make the bed for me!" She was in shock, and of course started crying, saying "What are you doing here?!?"
I love these images. They are out of focus, grainy, bad lighting, all things that could be technically wrong with a photo they've got it. BUT-I LOVE the emotion they capture. The photos pretty much tell the story. And that, my friends, is why I love my job.




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