Two Saturday's ago I had a moment where my breath was stolen.  I felt like I was walking on air. 

Why? 

I had my photography hanging in an art exhibit for the first time.  My art.  A photo I took.  Actually TWO of my photos.  Words cannot describe the elated feelings firing through my body all night.

Let me preface the story of where the exhibit was held.  It was out in Nassau County, which for those of you that don't live on Long Island.. it is far.  I am a Suffolk girl, always will be a Suffolk girl.  Going into Nassau County is like a foreign land.  I digress.  So, back to where the venue was held, it was at a tattoo parlor. 

Gasp right? I know I did. On with the story.. :)

The night was awful outside.  Raining, snowing, sleet, cold...You get the picture.  It was 50 minutes from our home.  My husband and I brought the boys.  Why bring the boys out on a cold, dreary night that would be way past their bedtime?  Because I wanted them to share in my joy even if they didn't understand.  I needed them there because my entire family is the fuel that makes me push to be a better person.  They make me want to reach goals I would have never known existed.

As my heels rapidly clicked on the cement sidewalk as I balanced my two year old on my hip, while grasping my five year olds hand yelling for my husband to hurry up because it was raining I opened the wood door with a glass panel and words escaped me. 

When you go into something with no expectations and are completely blown away the feeling makes you feel almost faint. 

I placed my boys in a alcove sitting area, begged them that if they behaved I would buy them a Ferrari they can drive home later on and turned around and just became whisked away.  I was not in a tattoo parlor in a suspicious part of town, I was in an art gallery.  A real art gallery. 

The crowd was diverse.  The whispers of conversations were stimulating.  And the art.  The art was just spectacular. 

I can't thank my family for coming out to support me. And to top the night off my husband and I went out for dinner and drinks with old friends & new friends and had many many laughs.  Yet, it was my oldest who stole the night and I did not find out until I came home and my Mother-In-Law informed me that on the drive home with my boys that my five year old turned to her and asked "I just don't get why we had to drive so far to see two photos we already have in our house". 

Yep, that's our boy.

Now, here is the only picture I took of the night.  My two photos are hanging on the right of the wall.

Happy Shooting..