portrait session with kirin

She told me that she had met someone at the Montréal Jazz Festival, the concert series I insisted she go to.  My first question was “is he Canadian?”,  my only fear being that I would need a passport to go and visit her when she moved away.  That's how your mind works when your sister utters those simple few words that you know have changed her world and that will eventually change yours.  With that one sentence he was not “someone”. I knew he was, the one. 

Fast forward nine years.  There was a move, but to his home state of Virginia.  There was a wedding.  Then there was a baby boy born.  A nephew. More importantly, another cousin.  He has won our hearts.