Once in a while I have to pinch myself knowing I am SO blessed to be able to be a photographer. A dream job that allows me so expand on a once was hobby that turned into a dream of a career. The chance to do what I love, to be a photographer, a stay at home mom & the chance to financially provide at the same time. Then, once in a while I am reminded that there is more than to it than all the above...I get the chance to give back. I have had a couple opportunities that stand out - and this is by far one of them.
When our family moved to Colorado it was a big adjustment. No family or friends even in the state let a lone in the Springs. Our local friends became our family...the ‘N’s being one of them. This family was amazing...still is. The strength and personality of the mom & dad and their five children was a huge example to me how things can be done...even when they’re hard. The dad left on a 15 month call of duty overseas just shortly after their fifth child was born - his first little girl. He came home once about half way through then it was time for the big day. He was coming home for good. The mom and dear friend called and took me up on my offer to photography his homecoming. Not long after he was ‘scheduled’ to be home. Not much you can do about a ‘schedule’ in the military. I wasn’t raised in the military, I had never attended a homecoming, I haven’t a clue what these families go through for months at a time sacrificing everything, even their lives to fight for our freedom.
I get the call...’he’s coming home in two days, sometime that night’. Some of his family came in town, posters were made, house was ready and one mom with five children waiting...waiting. There was traffic, there was an accident on the side of the road, there were delays as we prayed we would make it in time to meet him.
The family had done this before - they knew what to expect. They found their seats in a long, stuffy auditorium. From one row to the next, it was packed. An older woman sits on the bottom row; as I pass her she’s gripping a small american flag. Slight movements to the cloth from her nervous shaking hands. What an image. As I panned across the rows, the faces were incredible. These families emotions written right on their sleeve. ‘Keep it together Joyana’ I thought to myself. I entered the roped off area for people photographing the event and took my spot. A little intimidated I must say next to 30 year veterans, news crews & guys with camera equipment that I’d have to take out a second mortgage for. Then the music started playing. American Soldier by Toby Keith bellowed for everyone to hear. Then at that moment, the doors opened and in marched men & women in full uniform. I’m searching frantically for the one man that we were here for out of over two hundred. I can’t see...I can’t stop crying. I have one eye in the viewfinder and wiping the other partially dry. All of these people were waiting to hug someone 200 feet in front of them and they stood there at attention waiting to be released. I composed myself a little better and then it came. They were released and I got to be an honored bystander and see child after child come running with full force into their loved ones arms. A mass of people struggling to get to each other - then the family I was with was reunited. I held the camera in the air trying to get a shot of the family, dodging the maze of people and trying to capture whatever I could.
As an american, I feel truly blessed. As a mother I am honored. As a friend, I say thank you. Thank you for your sacrifice for me, my family and all the rest of us who walk free today. Thank you for letting me experience such an amazing night. Welcome Home!!!