Amarillo Texas Photographer Bethany Fields

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Friends | Amarillo Texas Photographer

So I love this mama and her family more than I can express.  We go way, way, way back to the days of heavy lipliner and big hair.  Half shirts and belly chains (me, not her.  haha!)  Days of leisure and no kids.  Somewhere along the way we lost each other and then, by complete surprise, found each other. 

We found each other at Mother's Day Out.  I had just had Gillian.  She had only her oldest.  We cried and hugged and made people stare. We delighted in each other's children.  We slowly began to know each other again.  

That was about three years ago and since then, our friendship has deepened and grown and blossomed.  We've had playdates, watched each other's children, shopped, drank wine, laughed, cried and prayed together.  We've traveled, we've eaten, we've talked and we've talked and we've talked.  

So when she asked for pictures this past Fall, I knew where we would go.  This beautiful place is a favorite for me.  I love the soft golden light of the setting sun.  I love the tall grasses and roughness.  I love this old bench that I bought on a trip with my sweet friend....

So thankful for memories together.  For these sweet people in my life.  Feeling full and happy and content.  

 

A is for Archuleta | Amarillo Family Photographer

We prayed for no wind.  They brought me a Starbucks.  (They had me at Hello). This sweet and beautiful family stole my heart long before this day.  Getting to know one another through life groups at church, through worship together at church, through retreats and talks in the hallway at preschool drop off.  I wanted something different for them as they are most certainly a family seeking to make a difference.  We started out in downtown:

Those two sweet baby boys - completely precious and precocious.  I always get my exercise with the little ones.  And perfect my funny sounds and jokes.  Sometimes they laugh and sometimes I get the just the look.  These are the photos I love.

This little one grins with his entire body.  

The wind through the alley caught her hair perfectly and her smile was genuine and delighted.  Could she be any more stunning?

For Dad we must get cool album cover shots, right?  And little R has to be in them too.

To be around people that share something so deep is truly humbling...and for them to open up and be in the moment is even better.

Wiggly boys need a change of location.  To the park!  To the park!!

Guitars and blankets, roly-poly babies and boys, oh my!

A certain little baby someone is getting tired...

And a certain someone is having so much fun...

P.S.  If you couldn't already tell, I <heart> the Archuletas!!!

Boys | Amarillo Texas Photographer

Before the Chuga was born, I was a mother of only boys.  I knew Thomas' friends by name and color, Bob's vehicles were practically a part of the family and Buzz and Woody were constant playmates.  

Then she was born and I became a mother that had kids, not  just boys.

Life changed for those boys when she entered our hearts.  Our home had more pink in it than ever before.  We suddenly had Strawberry and friends to contend with, not to mention pink castles (sans dragons), pink blankets, pink shoes, pink doll clothes and...even pink toothpaste.  

Oh. My.

Sometimes I have to remember that I have kids.

Two of which are boys.

Last night after calling the boys in from playing in the yard, I noticed the sun gracing Colin's shoulders as he walked in the front door.  I told him "go back outside, we're taking a walk."  And then I told Benjamin to get his shoes on.

We walked down the cul-de-sac that faces our home and towards the lake in the distance.  The snow from last week had melted and the geese were circling in slow, lazy loop-de-loops.  Benjamin held my hand and skipped happily.  This was fun.  Colin walked at a distance, carrying his ripstick skateboard and kicking the loose gravel with his feet until I told him to stop.  Why did I tell him to stop?

The sun was setting and it was a beautiful evening.  The kind of evening that makes your heart long for summertime and those nice long evenings that go on forever.  I called Benjamin over to the barbed wire fence that borders the lake.  Before I could stop him, he tried to jump over the fence but of course, noticed the barbs immediately.  He looked disappointed.  He asked why there's a fence and I explained about private property, blah, blah, blah.  He gazed wistfully out at the lake.  And the geese. And then turned to me.  Colin's behind me climbing on a wall.

My first reaction was to tell Colin to jump down from there.  But then I remembered.

And then I told Benjamin to climb up there too.

We hopped down and walk a bit down the fence line.    The boys kept picking up sticks and waving them a la Luke.  I constantly fight the urge to tell them to put the sticks down before you poke your brother's eye out.  

We stop for a moment.  Benjamin runs up and down this drainage ditch like it's the yellow brick road leading somewhere mysterious.  A family in their front yards stares as I ask the boys to sit. In the ditch. They throw rocks.  (my boys, not the family).  Have sticks (of course). They snicker.  They were little stinkers.

Then it's time to go home.  Gillian is waiting at home with Daddy.  Her fever from this week kept her at home...looking out the front door and waving at us from across the road.  

This time Benjamin runs ahead and Colin walks with me.  We cross the road and then open the door to happy little girl sounds and the immediate assault of outside wiggles and noises being thrust inside four walls spread between three children.

I tell Russell how I loved that time.  How different it was being with just the two of them.  It felt different.  I had to remember not to scold, or be too worried.  I had to tell my inner mama that "boys will be boys."

And I am so glad they are.  

Watkins | Amarillo Texas Photographer

It was a chilly evening somewhere between sun up and sun down.  We had scheduled the week before but snow and freezing temperatures caused a reschedule.  I pulled up early and waited for a bit in my car then got out to check the grounds and make sure no snakes were lurking in the bushes.  Shooting outside here in Texas, in rough fields choked with cactus and yucca, you can't ever be too careful.  

Then they came and we waved at each other through car windows, smiled curiously at one another and I immediately thought.  "Oh my.  Gorgeous family."

We marched over in single file through the tall grasses to find this cozy little spot.  The light was overcast and they had no problem snuggling together...

Sweet Miss A was absolutely amazing. Isn't she beautiful?

I mean, seriously?

And handsome Mr. R?

It doesn't get much cuter...

And littlest little D.  The baby and very much adored one.  Comfortable in mama's arms.

And by mama's side...

We sat and played and giggled.  I told them to snuggle and cuddle.  

They were good at following directions:

Really, really good:

And then sun peeked out it's sleepy head...

for one last look around.

And then it was time to go....

:)