morning portraits

saturday morning bed head 

Yesterday morning I woke up from no sleep (again) and stared at the ceiling and I was still groggy from those darn sleeping pills I bought at 3am that didn't work. I was stressed about high my blood pressure is (hasn't been that high since January 2011 and there was a reason why at that time), worried about life and Charlie, and I felt nauseated (which I have felt every single day since I first got pregnant). Then out of the corner my eye I started to watch the sunlight trickle through my blinds and into my dark bedroom. It brought a smile to my face and made me think how beautiful mornings are. 

There's something amazing about mornings. Forget about how you may or may not look when you wake up, forget about how your hair is not perfect, how nasty your breath smells, how much or little sleep you got or that lengthy to do list you already started to plan in your head. Think about how lucky you are that you got another day of life. That it's a clean slate to start over if the day was crappy before, etc. One of my favorite morning habits used to be snuggling up to the one I love and sometimes kiss their faces till they woke up. I could've cared less how bad their breath smelled but seeing them in the morning started off my day on the right foot. I loved seeing their messy bed head, scruffy cheeks and the pillow indents on their face. They looked so real and beautiful to me in those moments. I can't wait to do it to Charlie when he gets a little older. 

On my personal IG (which is home to a redic amount of photos of my son mostly for close friends and family since I got rid of my facebook) I decided to start a morning portrait series to capture those "raw" moments in the morning. Charlie wasn't around so I captured myself "in the raw" right when I woke up. Bed head, morning breath, exhausted eyes, no makeup, etc. I may transfer the series over to my picklesandchapstick IG account. Here are some of the photos I took. 

     

rested legs 

Sunday Morning