My job makes me cry.

I’ll admit: I cry watching Hallmark commercials. I do. I’m a sap. Those Publix commercials at Thanksgiving? Oh dear. If there’s a sweet moment in a comedy movie, you can bet I’ll be reaching for the tissues. And you don’t even want to be in the room with me when The Notebook is on TV – at least not without a boat and paddle.

But I have to tell you: After a session, when I get home and start downloading files? It’s like Christmas morning for me. Like opening a present. During the action of a session, I know what I’m shooting – what my goal is. But I don’t know for SURE that I got it until I get home.

And 9 times out of 10 (ok, maybe 10 times out of 10)? I cry. Not sad tears, but happy ones. I laugh a bit. I giggle. I tear up when I see THAT shot that I know mom wanted. And it’s perfect.

My job makes me cry. And I love it.