Beth Smith Photography

Shameless Plug…

Beth — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 15:39:58 +0000

With the holidays rapidly approaching, I figured now would be the time to mildly promote the boutique side to my business! Smith Street Boutique is where I design custom and personalized keepsake prints to celebrate your family, births, baptisms, weddings and anniversaries etc… I offer all of my designs as prints and mounted stand-out prints in various sizes. So stop on by my Etsy shop because for the entire month of September, if you or anyone you know, mentions this blog post I will give you free shipping!

Claire….Day 365 (almost)…..{Kansas City Child Photographer}

Beth — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 01:06:19 +0000

Even though I’ve experienced it twice myself, it still amazes me watching them go from this to this…Happy “almost” 1st birthday, Claire! Go Cyclones…hahahahaha

Keeper…{Kansas City Newborn Photographer}

Beth — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 02:05:49 +0000

He gave me a run for my money, but his mommy finally put him into a milk coma. Congratulations T & C. He most definitely is a keeper.

1.5 ….. {Kansas City Children’s Photographer}

Beth — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 22:28:04 +0000

18 months…gone in an instant. I could sit here and wonder where it all went, but that would just take up more time and I’ve got bubbles to blow and a game of tag waiting for me.

So, today I’m just going to leave her with THIS…

WHAT I WOULD TELL HER:
(If I knew what to say.)
You are a miracle.
And I have to love you this fiercely: So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.
You’ll forget all this when you grow up. But it’s okay.
Being a mother means having your heart broken.
And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.
And it’s the best there is. And also, sometimes, the worst.
Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.
Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.
But you must remember this: What you’re doing matters.
And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.
The truth is, being a woman is a gift. Tenderness is a gift. Intimacy is a gift. And nurturing the good in this world is a nothing short of a privilege.
That’s why I have to love you this way. So I can give what I have to you. So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.
I have watched you sleep. I’ve kissed you a million times. And I know something that you don’t, yet:
You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.
And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.

-By Katherine Center

Happy 1.5 Camma-Lamma…

All the Love in the Universe.

Momma.

Thank you Wendi for the link above.

Richie…Class of 2011 {Kansas City Senior Photographer}

Beth — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 19:04:13 +0000

He wants to be a Aerospace Engineer. His GPA is higher than a 4.0 (I didn’t even know that was possible). He’s a highly decorated Eagle Scout. His top four college choices are MIT, ISU, Perdue and Illinois. He’s graduating next May and…………he’s only 15. Richie is quite possibly the smartest 15 year old I have ever met. Just listening to him talk was amazing (should have brought along my dictionary so I could keep up). His Mom and Dad couldn’t be prouder, and I was honored to photograph him. Congratulations Richie! Whichever school you choose is definitely going to be lucky to have you.

I asked Richie to describe himself in one word, and well….he did it in two.

Rockstar…{Kansas City Maternity Photographer}

Beth — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 02:30:29 +0000

She battled 95 degree heat and humidity, climb through a split rail fence, laid down in whatever and whenever I asked her to, pulled a tick off her butt and still managed to look amazing! Can’t wait to meet her little man in about 5 more weeks!

Iowa in pictures…

Beth — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 16:57:37 +0000

We spent the weekend at my aunt and uncles farm in Iowa to celebrate Cole’s 4th birthday and my cousin’s college graduation. I don’t know if it’s the air, the dirt, or the fact that at night you can see every star in the sky. There’s just something about being out there that makes the world seem better.

lil dude…

Beth — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 15:17:01 +0000

He’s only four and already a thousand times cooler than me (and he knows it too)….

FORE!

Beth — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 05:00:29 +0000

Dear Cole,

Today you are four. One. Two. Three. Four…..My sadness mourning my baby gone can only be matched by the joy and happiness I feel watching you grow into an inquisitive, life-loving boy.

There are days where I still can’t believe you exist. It’s been four years and I sort of figured I would be used to you by now. Sometimes when I pick you up from school there is a moment where I pull up into the pick up lane and think “Did I really have a child? Is he here? It wasn’t just a very long dream?” And then you appear…running down the sidewalk with your too-big back pack swinging back and forth, you have new scrapes on your knees, a half-eaten sandwich in your lunchbox and a Ziploc bag full of homemade Play-Doh….yes, there you are. I remember you now.

Your inquisitiveness is profound. You have a question for everything. ”Mommy, who ____? Mommy, what____? Mommy, why____?” Most recently you asked, “Mommy, where does the moon go when the sun comes out?” There are days when I try to give you the best answer possible, but usually my answer is just going to lead to 1,000 more questions, so I try to keep it simple. This time I told you that the moon sleeps when the sun is out. Of course later that afternoon while the sun was still out, the moon reappeared. You excitedly pointed it out my enormous error and asked me “Why is the moon out when the sun is shining?” Followed by, “Is he going to get in trouble for getting out of bed?” Trying to keep myself from laughing hysterically, I told you I would Google it. You looked up at me, tilted your head to the side and said, “Mommy, what’s Google?”

According to Wikipedia, the term “fore” when called out during a game of golf means to “look ahead” but I don’t really want to do that. Instead I look at you. I look at your sister, your father, our family and when I’m not doing that I look back upon milestones and moments and memories of the last four years, because they are what matter. You may not remember the night we let you stay up entirely too late so you could play with the neighbors and catch lightning bugs for the first time, but we will.

Although you’re no longer my baby (and outright refuse to be acknowledged as such), I just thought that you should know that you always will be–Even when you grow so tall that I have to stand on my toes to kiss your face. You’ll always be my first, Cole. My baby. Thank you for reminding me that anything is possible. That the moon is something to question. That time is short and life is long and there are so many things to be grateful for. Number one, being you.

All the Love in the Universe.

Mommy

P.S. I overheard the older boy down the street saying that you went to “first base” with Avery the other day. I have three things to say to this…

1. The only thing first base should mean to you is the white bag you run to in baseball.

2. You are too young. Please at least wait till you’re 5.

3. I’m pretty sure your father is going to double fist pump when he reads this.

Keri & Christian…{Baltimore Engagement Photographer}

Beth — Thu, 06 May 2010 19:21:56 +0000

How adorable are they? Can’t wait for their wedding in October.