I have a confession to make, this is the fourth time I have photographed this pretty girl in this dress. All of the other photos were beautiful, but they just didn't "feel" right. This dress was made from her Popa's favorite shirt. He was wearing it the day she was born, and the very last time he rocked her to sleep. They were as thick as thieves and he called her his Georgia peach. Even though he has been in heaven for two years, she talks about him as if he is still here. Some bonds can not be broken, and as time marches on, she will carry him with her. She never lacks sass, but she carries herself a little differently in this dress, she twirls a little more and walks a little taller. And on this particular evening, I think we both felt his presence in the last rays of sunshine at Epworth By The Sea.