"Wow, 17 is such a cool age, it is the same number that the disney channel came on that we didn't get at home. Man, I wish I was 17."
Later on that day, I made my way outside to play. And I found the most awesome thing a 7 year old pentecostal girl could find, RED FAKE NAILS that Melissa must of snapped off and thrown in the wind. Let me tell you, I tried so hard to press those things on my own little fingers. I finally got those suckers on and immediately felt, fancy. 17. sassy. you know, all the attitude that comes with fire red fake fingernails. Of course I felt like I was going to get in trouble, so as soon as Mom started hollering for me, I snapped 'em back off and said goodbye to my new found love. I will never forget that day.
I grew up under Melissa's shadow. My mother used to drop me off on summer days when when I was a pre-teen and let me help melissa with her babies. I would do anything Melissa asked, hold them, play with them, watch them while she took a shower. We ate turkey sandwiches and 3-D Doritos like they were going out of style and occasionally hit up Kentucky Kingdom. She introduced me to my first Big Mac and we took a trip to the beach in Florida. Melissa, you will never know how much you influenced me, and how much those days meant to me.
Ironically, I took up photography, which is exactly what Melissa does. I would like to think that growing up seeing her work and appreciating her talent, is one of the reasons I am who I am today. I cannot thank her enough, for guiding my little pentecostal, backwoods, strangled pony-tailed self into the lady I am today. So thank you, Melissa. and God love red fake fingernails!
*Recently I was privileged to shoot her and her boys, the ones I help rock, and played in the yards for hours with. Here are a few from that shoot.
**Also, check out some of her work; Melissa G Photography.
Melissa and her boys: Gabe, Spencer & Myles.
Melissa & Katie