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A LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF

Dear Little Miss Genevieve,

You’re about to turn ten years old in a month! It’s a good thing too because you drove our mother crazy in anticipation of finally reaching those infamous “double digits”!! I guess no one really calls you Genevieve right now, do they? Most people call you Genny or some variation of well-earned nicknames! I don’t know if Mom has told you this yet but she said that she and Dad named us Genevieve Victoria so that when we became famous, we would never have to change our name! Sweet, isn’t it? So promise me that any time you ever feel a little under the weather, you will remember that long before we were even born, a couple of people had some really big hopes for us. I know that right now, you find it hard to live a life with the name Genevieve as it just seems so grown up and sophisticated but I promise you that eventually, you will grow into it and in some ways, you might even think it suits you. It goes with well with your long legs!!

As we both get a little bit older, I wish that I had some really great words of wisdom for you. As it turns out though, I seem to be learning just as much now as I did when I was your age…sometimes, it’s even the same lessons over and over again [no, we don’t appear to grow out of our stubbornness just yet!]. I’m finding that advice, much like happiness, is something that we seem to reflect on in retrospect. At some point in time, we look back and say to ourselves “yeah…that was worth writing down” but, with youth comes the inability to see that life will and does go on, whether we make the same mistakes or not.

About five or six years from now, your going to find yourself curled up in a ball on your bed, crying your eyes out because you’ve had your heart broken for the very first time. You’ll soon come to learn that you are a person that loves so deeply with every fiber of your being. This means that you also grieve, hurt and feel that loss with the same degree of passion. While you’re curled up in your moment of misery, Mom is going to reassure you that, one of these days, you’re going to meet someone that will more than make up for all the love that you put out into the world that never seemed to come back. Though it will seem like little consolation at the time, believe her…she is right. Paul McCartney’s words will follow you through more tears than you ever thought possible…“in the end, the love that we take is equal to the love that we make”.

As I say this though, I want you to know that dealing with men in the earlier part of your life will come as the most unique example of trial and error that you’ll ever experience. I’ll be the first to admit that men are still a complete mystery to me but one thing that I do know is that for all of their differences, men bring so much feeling into life. They are handsome and funny and protective. They smell good, they have the most adorable smiles on their faces when they are happy to see you and they will, with utmost certainty, flip your world upside down!

Two men in particular though, will make your heart break so much that you’ll feel like it might never beat again. While you endure the agony of humanity’s cruelest test of patience, to have loved and lost, you will find comfort in knowing that you are, indeed, still breathing. Much to your surprise, you’ll come out on the other side anchored by an even stronger ability to stand on your own. Somehow, despite the pain, you do find that a broken heart still beats just the same. You will discover though that friendship with someone that you’ve once ached over can be equally agonizing. Something about the way you once looked at each other never really goes away. The sound of their voice, the way they reach out to grab your hand in a crowd, the first sight of them after too many days apart…they just leave an indelible mark that is not easily erased. Eventually though, you come to realize that maybe you don’t want them to be erased from your life. Instead, maybe it’s okay for them to be the incomplete chapters of your life…the blank pages at the end of your book. After all, they were fantastic kissers!

One day though, at the most unexpected moment, the most handsome of all men will come along and promise to hold your heart in the palm of his hand so he can protect it from the ravages of the world. It won’t always be easy but it will always be worthwhile. You will laugh like you’ve never laughed before, you will see the world in the brightest of colours, and you will be healed with him in a way that you could never have been without him. What you will learn about yourself through his eyes will help to you grow in a way that only comes from such pure and unconditional love. Then, surrounded by [almost] everyone you love, you will stand before God and commit your life to him. The sun will shine brightly the day you wake up to marry the man of your dreams.

I know that right now you don’t know much about God but, in due time, you will find your way back to Him. It will be a painful search at times and you’ll be more lost than you’ve ever been but, He will find you and you’re life will never be the same again. Be prepared to defend your chosen path though because not everyone will share in your serenity. But that’s also part of what makes it so special…that your decisions are slowly starting to become your own. You’ll learn that your choices, like your faith, only require that you believe in them and not anyone else. For all the validation and approval that you seek, through your faith, you’ll realize that your existence, in and of itself, makes you worthy of being loved. I really wish that this was something you could learn sooner but, sometimes, we only open ourselves up to the possibility when there are no other options left. You’ll cry, you’ll fall on your knees and you’ll raise your hands to the heavens but you’ll also be pleasantly surprised to find that the heavens are always more than happy to return the favour!

Relationships will become the foundation of your life and the reality is that relationships can be hard. Humans are unpredictable and the people we love can cause us more tears than we would like to admit but, in the end, they are our reason for being. It will never become easy for you to let go but you need to know that some relationships, regardless of how important they are, need space. Time doesn’t only make the heart grow fonder but it also paves the way for forgiveness, grace and the necessary room to grow. During these times, try to have compassion. It isn’t always the easiest thing to do but, everyone does the very best that they can and more times than not, it’s more than good enough. You are who you are because of the people who loved you. We don’t always make the wisest decisions in the midst of love but, we always do what we think is best, be it right or wrong. Having said all of this though, I need you to remember something…it is not your responsibility to make other people happy.  It is your blessing to share in their happiness but it’s not your job bring them something that only they can find.  Repeat after me…you can’t rescue someone who doesn’t want to be saved.  I wish that I was able to help you learn this sooner, but I get the impression that it’s a lesson that can’t be rushed.  During that time though, you’ll also learn that to show humility and understanding to another person’s choices takes great maturity and I’m proud to say that it’s a maturity that you’ll develop very soon and will become one of your greatest gifts.

Speaking of gifts…one day, you’re going to fall in love all over again when you hear yourself get called “Mommy”.  You’re going to choose names of your own…you’re going to raise two little people who hang on your every word…and you’re going to hear another heart beating alongside your own.  And when this happens, your entire world is going to change.  For the first time, you will understand of depths of what’s really important in this life.  I won’t give away all of the highlights, but I can promise you that your greatest adventure is yet to come!  And you’ll experience it off little or no sleep!

Allow me assure you that your life will be blessed beyond what you are even capable of imagining right now. Your life will become layer upon layer of every day miracles; the arms that hold you while you sleep, the sweet voices that welcome you when you come home, the serenity of the walls that protect you, the shoulders that are constantly there through laughter and through tears, and yes, you will see the Southern Cross with your very own eyes [and it is just as incredible as you always imagined it would be!]. The people that you choose to fill your life with will become your pillars of strength, your reflection of yourself and your very proof that God exists. Carry them with you always for they have witnessed your life in immense ways.

Let me tell you something though, young lady…with great gifts comes great responsibility. You will be blessed in ways that some people will spend their entire lives hoping for and in turn, you have been entrusted with considerable duty. As the older and wiser one of the two of us, I feel obliged to tell you that I have great expectations for you and the manner in which you walk through this life. And while it may seem like a lot of work now…I know that you’re up for the challenge; I expect you to always find the light when there is darkness. I expect you to always hold your head high because whether you know it now or not…you are a Child of God. I expect you to be the hands that reach out to help another and I expect compassion from you even when it’s not being offered in return. I expect you to find joy in the simplicities of life [you’ll discover Starbucks in your twenties…that is a great day!] and I expect you to share that joy when others need it most. I expect you to always find forgiveness in your heart…not just for others, but also for your self. I expect you to never give up on your dreams and to be thankful everyday, even if you’re just thankful that the day is finally over. I expect you to share your last Smarties and to share your heart. I expect you to believe in others even when they don’t believe in themselves and I expect you to never, ever, refuse a sincere compliment [this will take some time].

Most importantly though, don’t be afraid. You’re so much stronger than you think and twenty-five years from now…you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about…

Eric Burton - June 18, 2013 - 7:43 pm

Beautiful…wonderful :)

JULIE & ANDRÉ-DENIS: ENGAGEMENT

I was so lucky to have had a very smooth engagement.  For thirteen months, planning went off without a hitch…flowers, the dress, the food, the guest list…it was one easy street after another!  Until four days before our wedding…when all of those lovely, wrinkle-free days went straight out the window.  It started with a water pipe bursting at our reception venue, resulting in an enormous hole the size of a swimming pool where the front door should have been.  Awesome!  After that, our tuxedos arrived with the wrong pieces and in the wrong colour.  A couple of days later [as in, an hour before our ceremony], the new tuxes were handed delivered to my groom…just in time!  And just when I thought I had everything wrapped up, our priest got in a car accident…in front of us…ambulance appearances and all.  We didn’t know until my arrival at the church if he was going to be well enough to do our ceremony.

Yes…that last week of being engaged was a blast!

At the end of the day though, everything was wonderful and beautiful and came together perfectly.  And that’s the thing about the weddings…it’s easy to get caught up in all the details.  It’s easy to forget that – as long as you end the day being married – then everything happened just as it should have!

Tomorrow is Julie and André-Denis’ wedding!  In sixteen hours, I’ll be showing up with my camera to document this beautiful union that has been a very long time in the making!  But first, there is the week before the wedding…the time in which you hold your breath in hopes that those last little details fall into place before the big day rolls around.

In this case, the glitch was the engagement pictures!  For weeks on end, we emailed and planned and anticipated…and for weeks on end, the weather unleashed its wrath upon us and forced us into hibernation one scheduled day after another.  But we persevered [as all people involved in weddings do!] and at long last, five short days before the wedding…we gathered together – along with their adorable little man – before a lovely sunset and captured our long awaited images!

And that’s kind of how weddings work…nail biting to very end…but always worth the wait…

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Julie Groulx - June 14, 2013 - 11:38 am

Beautiful Genevieve, thank you.

Melissa Monaghan - June 14, 2013 - 12:01 pm

Juste un mot…superbe!!!

Genevieve Rondeau - June 14, 2013 - 12:50 pm

Vous etes beaux!

Marie Laurence Lenfant - June 14, 2013 - 1:44 pm

Que de magnifiques souvenirs!

Annie Brassard - June 14, 2013 - 11:12 pm

Superbes! Surtout les dernières :)

Martine Beauchamp - June 15, 2013 - 1:03 am

Vous êtes beaux (bis)!

Christine Dinelle - June 16, 2013 - 5:29 pm

super beau les photos.

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

When I was in grade ten, I went to see ‘Jurassic Park’ with a group of friends one Friday night.  There was about fifteen of us and we sat in the two middle rows of the movie theater.  We were pretty typical teenagers; we spoke too loud…we threw popcorn everywhere…we flirted relentlessly with each other.

On this particular night, I was sitting next to a guy that I had adored.  For months!  He was tall and handsome…he played on the football team…and the word on the street was that he liked me too.  So, there I was…in a completely crowded movie theater and all the while, feeling like he and I were the only two in the room.  We talked…we laughed…we endured our fair share of awkward pauses.  And it was during one of those pauses that it happened.  That’s when his best friend – sitting behind us – leaned forward and said “Gen, you seriously have the gummiest smile I’ve ever seen”.

I was mortified.  MORTIFIED.

I gave him my best laugh…pretended I thought it was funny…then curled up in my chair in hopes that I would disappear.  Forever.  It’s been nearly twenty years since that night…and I’ve been self-conscious of my smile ever since.  And if I’m being totally truthful here, I believe part of me never really got over it…

A couple of months ago, I was standing in line at Starbucks listening to Shane Koyczan‘s latest poem…a brilliant piece of writing entitled To This DayJust as I was trying to decide between a scone or a cookie, these words echoed out of my earphones and hit me so hard, it knocked the breath right out of me…

they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom

In that moment, the tears poured so heavily that I had to step out of line.  I had to lock myself in the bathroom long enough to remember what I was doing there in the first place.  I had to lock myself away until the impact subsided…until the shock waves stopped resonating through my entire body.

Just like that night so long ago, all it took was an instant…a moment…a single absorption of someone else’s words to change your entire perspective.  All I wanted to do was order my coffee.  Instead, I got reminded that I wasn’t just a person overwhelmed with self-conscious feelings about her smile…I was a Mother who – by default – was about to teach her daughter the same thing.

That one comment – from that one person – two decades ago, was the beginning of a road I wish I had never taken.  It was the beginning of countless years spent tallying my flaws…keeping a record of all that should be different.  Years spent reminding myself that my legs were too big…my boobs were too small…my eyes were too boring…my skin was too blotchy…my hair was too frizzy…and – of course – my smile was too gummy.  Not a day goes by when I’m not on high alert about all of these things…in a constant quest to change them.

I’ve never been one of those girls who ever feels all that beautiful.  I was raised in a house where I was told to love myself…but I was never taught how to love myself.  And being told these things doesn’t really matter at all when the person telling you  dislikes the very reflection she sees every day.  Now, as an adult, I see what a significant difference this makes because it was essentially the first step in an emotional battle that has included everything from what I saw in the mirror to the words I would whisper in my own ears at night.  And I can assure you…the fight hasn’t been pretty.

I’m not proud of this nor is it something that I share easily, but the more I spend my days with the most beautiful little girl in the world…the more I feel the need to put the arsenal away.  The more I’m beginning to believe that maybe it’s time to call a truce in this war that I’ve waged against myself.  It was realizing that if my daughter ever feels about herself the way that I’ve felt about myself…my heart would break.  In a thousand pieces.  And if I don’t stop telling her to love herself…and start teaching her to love herself, then it all becomes a very real possibility.

As I sat in the bathroom at Starbucks…a puddle of tears at my feet…I began to understand that it’s not really my legs that need changing; it’s my brain…it’s my mind…it’s my idea of what this all means [whatever this really is].  Because I am a Mother who is teaching two gorgeous little people about beauty in this world…and at this very moment, I don’t have any idea how to do it.  But I do know that – if nothing else – they are reason enough for me to learn.  They are reason enough for me to put a post-it note on my bathroom mirror reminding me how that same body that I judge so harshly also brought those miracles into this world…wholly and safely.  They are reason enough for me to pour my heart and soul into learning how to appreciate myself…once and for all.

And so, here I go…engaging in a peace treaty of a whole new kind.  Writing out rules of engagement with myself that I’ve never known before.  Ones in which my eyes can no longer deceive me and my words can no longer harm me.  Rules that will hopefully stop this battle in its tracks.

Because as of now…as of this day…I hereby raise the white flag.

I hereby surrender to beauty that is mine for the taking…

Big thank yous and eternal hugs to Ewan and Brianna Phelan from The Last Forty Percent for always seeing beauty in me.

Marie-Eve Montgrain - June 13, 2013 - 1:13 am

Beautiful post Gen… It’s astonishing how one negative comment can affect us so deeply. I definitely have felt/feel this way about myself as well, and it’s very striking to me that my mom is like this, and so is my grandmother (my mom’s mom)… You’re a smart and intuitive woman for realizing the flawed thought pattern and vowing to break the cycle so as not to pass it on to your daughter/kids. You’re inspiring me to change my mind set as well… :) .

I love that picture of you in the water, you look so peaceful. So cool and artsy looking! Blow-up-on-a-canvas-worthy for sure!

And you have a beautiful smile :) .

LIANE & RYAN: WEDDING

Last weekend, Steve and I packed up our munchkins and met up with some friends in Toronto.  With five little kids in tow, we hit up the zoo and a full day of overwhelming excitement!  It was apparently also the day that Hudson would fall head over heels for a little girl named Brooklyn!!!  For hours on end, they held hands as we roamed the grounds of the zoo…stopping every now and then to make sure that the rest of the troops weren’t far behind.  It was a sad moment when we had to say our goodbyes…but promises were made to reunite again – and with that – I get asked on a daily basis if that time has come!

It was both adorable and startling to watch my son be so smitten.  To know that a time will come when this sort of relationship will mean something totally different and the result will impact so many lives.  Even lives that have yet to exist…

As strange as it may sound, I often pray for the future spouses of my children.  I pray for their health…their well-being…their gentleness of heart.  I pray for their families…their friendships…their love of God.

My own life has been changed so drastically through the blessing of marriage.  When I consider that God managed to reach down through all of the clouds and the chaos…and bring the two of us together…it’s almost impossible for me not to pray for these things.  To want – with every fiber of my being – for my own children to experience the same thing.

So, I pray for them.  Those little people who might just be taking their first steps right now…or bestowing on the world their very first little giggle.  Those little people who might live a world away or just at the end of our block.  Those little people who might not even have started their lives yet…

When I stood with Liane and Ryan to photograph their wedding, I began to realize that their day…looked a lot like my prayers.  Two people; so in love with each other…so in love with God…so in love with the future they were about to create.  Two people; perfectly imperfect…yet perfect for each other.  Two people; plucked from the chaos of the world so that they – together – could make that very same world a better place.

And that’s the thing about Liane and Ryan…just being around them makes everything better and brighter and lovelier.  We are all better people for knowing them…for being in a room with them…and for sharing a piece of this amazing relationship with them.  That’s just how beautiful it all is.  Their love…their union…their commitment, is worth a lifetime of prayers.

Liane and Ryan, you are both too wonderful for words.  You’re too wonderful for me to express in such a small space and you’re too wonderful for the world to contain one place.

But please know this…one day – when I’m watching my own children get married – I will think of you and I will know that this is what I’d been praying for all along…

xoxo

 

Suzanne Gagne - June 9, 2013 - 9:03 pm

Perfect.

Jacques L. Lavoie - June 9, 2013 - 10:19 pm

Superb day, brilliantly documented!

Christina Lee Fast - June 10, 2013 - 12:29 am

Wish I could have been there myself <3 They make a beautiful couple.

Jenna Marie - June 10, 2013 - 12:33 am

So beautiful pictures <3

Marie-Eve Montgrain - June 10, 2013 - 1:40 am

Wow so beautiful!

Christine Melenhorst - June 10, 2013 - 2:10 am

Love, love, love! Everything!

STEVE: PORTRAITS

My husband has an inch long scar just above the inside of his left elbow.

He got it on the evening of February 17th, 2008.  Around 7pm.  There was about three feet of snow on the ground at the time and we spent four hours in the emergency room.

I am the only person in the world who knows this about him…who knows the details of this moment in his life.  I know how it happened.  I know what he was doing.  I know the first words he said to me afterwards.  I know all of this.  And no one else does.

And that moment…is an immense blessing in my life.  Because that moment – like so many others – remind me of how lucky I am to be his wife…how lucky I am to call him my husband.  Even when it means pain is happening…when wounds are healing…when blood is dripping.

To think that we share in people’s lives in a capacity that no one else knows about it is perhaps the most beautiful gift ever bestowed on us.  Because it means that we’re walking this road with someone by our side.  You are witnessing their life and they are witnessing yours.  And that is nothing short of extraordinary.

Steve and I have been together a little over ten years.  At the time, I was perhaps the most shattered version of myself that I’ve ever been.  And yet, he loved me enough for both of us…he believed in me enough for both of us…he held strong enough for both of us.  And then he held my heart in the palm of his hand and promised not to let anything happen to it.  Much like that night when he got his scar…there are pieces of me that only he knows about.  When the pain was happening…when the wounds were healing…when the blood was dripping.

It’s so easy to forget it all though.  To forget how precious that trip your taking together really is.  As the years pile up…as the mortgage payment awaits…as the children take your time.  It’s easy to forget.  And then I’ll roll over in bed sometime in the night…I’ll see that scar…and I’ll remember.  I’ll remember that only I know about it.  And the only reason I know about it…is because he let me know about it.  He chose me to witness his life…he chose me to be the other half of those secret moments…he chose me to sit with him in the emergency room for four hours!

Today, we celebrate the most wonderful man I’ve ever known.  We shower him with well wishes…hand made cards…and a few gifts.

But really, the gift is all mine…because he is all mine.

Happy birthday, my beloved!

Thank you for choosing me to hold your heart in the palm of my hand and for letting me promise not to let anything happen to it.  Though perhaps we should have made the same vows about your arm!

xoxo

 

Lesley Sinclair - June 5, 2013 - 11:57 am

Happy Birthday Steve!!! What a lucky lady you are Genny girl!! Xoxo

Marilyn Le Lorrain - June 5, 2013 - 1:53 pm

You are both blessed!

Fiona Livingstone - June 5, 2013 - 3:04 pm

Happy Birthday!

Jeff Smyth - June 6, 2013 - 2:08 am

Great pix Gen! I don’t think he looked that bald last time I saw him in person. Must be because he’s getting old :-P

Genevieve Georget-Smyth - June 8, 2013 - 12:54 am

Hahaha! That’s exactly what we just said about you ;)

Cynthia Guindon - June 9, 2013 - 5:50 pm

didn’t know your hubby’s birthday was that close to mine! Now I understand why he is such a great person and why you picked him! I’m happy you found each other!
Happy belated birthday to him! xoxo

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