Phoenix Wedding Photographer | Jeanette LeBlanc

I asked for a revolution – yes I did.  So, perhaps we’re not  yet at the place where we  qualify as a full-fledged revolution.  These things take time.  At the very least I’ve seen the beginnings of a warm-fuzzy-mushy-gushy love fest.  A miniature uprising of sappy sincerity.  A plethora of creative and inspiring messages of love, love, love.

Ummmm….it makes me feel all floaty and melty and goooood….

I received emails, I got tweets, I got pics of text messages, even a screen capture of a Facebook status update. Ya’ll aren’t shy when it comes to professing your amorous side.  At the risk of overusing a word – I LOVE it!

For the next little while I’ll try to do a post every few days with the love notes that are trickling in.  Once they start to come in waves (and I’m fully confident that they will) I’ll figure out a more manageable solution.  No matter what, I promise to share the love.

After all, just like the Beatles told us, it’s all we really need.

San Diego photographer Shawn Houllis tagged me on facebook with this awesome iphone text thread between her and her love

But perhaps even better than this, is the love letter Shawn recently wrote to herself and posted on her own blog, together with the most beautiful photos of her very real, fabulously beautiful, utterly lovely self.  If only all of us could find the courage to open ourselves and transmit that much love to the bodies we have, that serve us every day of our lives.  This particular love note is a testament to the journey of a phenomenal women just beginning to get a glimpse of the goddess within.   If this isn’t a love note, I don’t know what is.

Once some people feel the love, they are unstoppable!  To start with, Fairbanks Alaska photographer Chelsey Mach didn’t write a love note, she picked one.  A beautiful bouquet of love for her husband (yes, even the men-folk among us deserve flowers every now and then).  Although the lilacs in the vase didn’t get photographed, she sent me a photo of the source.

In addition to the beautiful purple blooms Nicole also sent along another love note to daddy – top scribbles by the 4 year old, bottom scribbles by the 2 year old and translation by Mama!

And, to totally melt me, she sent in a picture of their garden, and explained that it was a labor of love for her children.  A piece of the “love pie” she called it.  I can’t think of anything more loving than digging in the dirt and cultivating something that will nourish your children.  I firmly believe that food grown with love just tastes better.

More to come darlings – I promise!