Like The High Tide; My Eyes Swell With Tears.
My heart stops and my knees weaken each time I witness a father spin his daughter.
This is exactly what I witnessed through the camera ( and my watery eyes ) while I slowly, and deliberately pushed my index finger down on the button of the shutter.
This is the moment that I know I will live out with my own daughter.
This moment marks the chapter that my daughter becomes a wife. A wife that becomes a mother. A mother that becomes a grandmother that has the quiet privilege of celebrating the same moment that I enthusiastically await.