We all have them….stories, that is. Our lives are comprised of them. Unique, ever-changing snapshots of where we are right now. The stages our children are in, what makes us special, different, makes us *tick* and how we show our love. It’s not usually something you can articulate, but it is something that just *is.* And the thing that keeps getting me is how quickly our stories change. I’ve been thinking of this a lot lately, because for our family this seems to be happening all too quickly. I can’t shake the urge to want to slow the passage of time, because I know I’ll wake up one day and our story will change, we will have evolved into new stages and new beginnings. What a joy it was to spend some time with this fun and loving family to help them keep track of their family’s story…the rock-skipping days of childhood, daddy wrestles, mommy snuggles, baby cheeks and toothless grins. It sure looks good on you, B Family!
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I have mentioned them before, but I just love her curls. They are one of my favorite things about her, and I want to always remember how she had a head full of ringlets at three. I just hope she grows to love them as much as I do. You see, I have had such a love-hate relationship with mine, but have finally come to appreciate them thanks to some amazing products I have found. And speaking of products and curls, I have entered a “best curls” contest sponsored by Ouidad, the maker of those wonderful products. Would you take a minute to VOTE FOR ME HERE? Pretty please?!?
… fast. Too fast, in fact. We’ve had many a days where I couldn’t wait to be able to say that, but now that it’s happening, I want to yell “wait” and slow the progression of time so I can savor these days just a little more. Gone is my wild-haried toddler who was so impossible to contain, and in his place all of a sudden is a boy. A boy whom I am proud to call mine. When I snapped this image, I wasn’t supposed to be taking pictures of him, but I asked him to sit so I could get my camera settings ready for what I had intended to do, and so he sat and gave me this.
Not just a smile, not just a look, but a window to his little soul. This may go down as one of my all-time favorites of him, because it’s one of those pictures…as a parent, you know the ones…that is just *so him.* He still has an insane amount of energy, keeps his parents up most nights, exhorts his will a little too passionately at times, but at the core of all that “boy-ness” is his kind heart and gentle soul…just exactly what he showed me here. I love you, Maxwell.
Have you ever read a book that impacted you in a big way … for the better? A book that struck a chord deep within and challenged you, encouraged you? That caused your soul to answer “yes!” with the turn of each page? When a dear friend sent Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts to me I didn’t expect this. After all, the premise is nothing new, nothing I didn’t already know. But as I have turned the pages, Ann’s words have spoken to me, challenged me to see beauty in the mundane, in the everyday. To “wake up to a thousand blessings” and to “live fully right where I am.” So I’m taking up my pen and paper and starting my own gratitude journal, where I will list the gifts all around me every day. I certainly won’t be sharing all of them here. I imagine that some will be deeply personal, while others will be words spoken, fleeting moments that won’t be able to be captured on film. But where I can, I intend to share them here. I do hope you’ll indulge, and perhaps, you’ll even join me!