Is it wrong of me to have favorite clients?

I mean, it’s totally not okay to have favorite children (though I firmly believe that each child has a season where they are the favorite… for 18 hours or so before another child is crowned favorite. I digress.)

These guys might be my favorite.  I mean as soon as I enter their space, the love is tangible. I think I could cut all that love up and serve it like Thanksgiving pie.
See?

This one too?

Of course, if my getting in trouble face was this adorable, I bet that I would be just as easy to love.
Maybe.

These pictures were to celebrate Everett’s first birthday. A day this family had long hoped for and simultaneously wished wouldn’t come. As a couple who struggled through the heartache of infertility, the first birthday is always even more bittersweet.
  Everett started a chain of cake smash babies who were not so thrilled with their cake. He taught me a new trick though: just about any baby will dig out a cheerio even if they find the texture of icing less than favorable.

He did, however, make up for his dislike of icing with a good sampling of bubbles.  I think he was a little disappointed that the bubbles were not as tasty as he hoped.

See?  This is why they’re my favorite clients. Slippery bath time snuggles?  Oh, and a love of eyelash and toe pictures.  Yes.  These are a few of our favorite things.

They are some of your favorite things too? Awesome!  Want to be my next favorite client (I promise to rotate favorite clients just like I rotate favorite kids!)?  Great, fill out this contact form and we’ll become best buddies. 😉