Meet the Steven’s Family.

You may recognize the youngest of this terrific trio, Little Stevens, from my previous post Finding Friends in Maine, but you haven’t yet met Papa Stevens and Mama Stevens.

I met Mama Stevens earlier this year when she hosted a coffee date for a bunch of ladies from a group we both belong too.  Within the span of a few hours, we discovered that we were peas in a pod.  A very sarcastic, snarky pod.  We’ve been friends ever since and my life is the better for it.

This session just took place this past Saturday, April 13 and oh look, snow.  What was meant to be a rainy day photoshoot involving puddles and umbrellas (curse the weather reports) quickly turned into a snow day full of laughter, snowballs, and oh yeah- icy plunges.  There was a lot of falling.

A lot.

Thankfully Papa Stevens was along for the fun (I mean, what’s a family photoshoot without the whole family?) He spent the majority of his time towing the rest of us out of that sneaky white stuff that makes paths look solid….

  Yours truly succumbed to winter’s delight more than a time or two, and Papa Stevens was there to save the day…..except when he was too busy laughing as I literally plunged into the snow after stepping back to capture a picture of the smiling couple.

As I sank into the ground, the smiles turned into laughs.  Then the laughs became contagious when Karma came knocking on Papa Stevens door.  You see, the moment he started to laugh at me sitting there in the snow, he stepped back and got sucked into the snowy vortex too.  And yours truly managed to capture the entire hilarious episode.

This was by far one of the best moments of my life.  A tiny, brief moment if you will, because man that snow was cold.  But oh, a hilarious one.  And I got it on “film”. I know they say vengeance is a dish best served cold, but when you’re waist deep in it….I’d say warmer would be better. We shook it off and kept snapping away until it was time to say good-bye.

Let’s just say I’m glad I have heated leather seats.