Smithville Lake at Sunset | Oldham Family Kansas City
I pulled up into Smithville Lake, into a little nook tucked quietly away from the bustle. The sun was vibrant and warm. Not the overbearing kind, the gracious and welcoming kind. There were tall grasses with petite white flowers accenting the edges in perfect clusters. They swayed slightly one way, then back again the other allowing the rays of sun just enough room to shine through the negative space between. We found a spot and nestled into its humble beauty. It’s always surprising to me–although by now I should know–how the different locations tend to have something to say about the family each welcomes.
Like this place. It was serene, quiet, reserved. The Oldham fit perfectly within the scene. Nick had a type of gentle respect about him. A kind smile that was mirrored on Reid’s young face. Kelli was sweet and at ease within the safe bounds of the two other men that she called hers. She talked softly to her son. Words that spread a broad, full smile on his little cheeks. Even Reid was happy and composed–wide blue eyes deep and full, seeming to take in every inch of the place they made memories as a family.
What began as young love, as high school sweethearts, became a family. What started off as two hearts separate and alone, became three intertwined together. The sleepy sun sunk lower casting deep rich rays into their moment. Into the laughter, across the water and through the sweet conversation. Times like these, stories like theirs and people like them make up this thing I get to call my job. They make it warm and great and good. Nick, Kelli (and yes, even you little Reid)–you make me love what I do.
