Easter Sunday we sat under the sun streaming dappled through trees and I watched as he blew bubbles just for me. A breeze blew and I sat barefoot on the stoop, darting in and out of the grass and getting dirt on my knees. Clouds cast shadows but we took photos and I got that queer ache because I'm so unspeakably glad to be able to do what I love. I love people and love being able to celebrate who they are -- their lives, their passions, their stories. Just a set of shots of Caleb, but they're some of my favorites, because I feel like they really showcase who he is.