Morose might be a good way of describing my take on time these days, but I am working my way back. Two nights without sleep, the first on account of teeth and the second a stomach bug, doesn’t really help, but iPhoto does. Proof of a valiant battle against time lives there, with golden portraits of life lived unfettered by grains of sand or the growing march of crow’s feet framing the eyes snapping each shot.
Our girls spin in a blur of ringlets and tumbles, their squeals taking root in our souls as their feet leave welts on the drywall. It can be dizzying, but as I pause to reflect I see the outline of the curves, the full panorama of this life that I am blessed to be at the center of each day.
We’re home nursing a bug that started with middle of the night upchuck and has magnificently transformed to dirty diapers that remind me of the bathroom shacks at camp sights—I can be lyrical, but make no mistake, this sh*t stinks. Luckily the makers are cute.
Wishing you sun drenched windows and side splitting laughter.
How do you know you are living in each angle of now?
I also take photos and, when everyone is sleeping except me, I look at them over and over and wonder at the beautiful people in my life.
Your photos are beautiful, like your family. Hope the sickies are better quickly.
I love photo posts ~ your girls are so precious.
And that tile above the stove is way cool!
And is that hopscotch remnants on the kitchen floor? Brilliant!
A bra and a bucket on your head? You have more fun than I do – even when your kids are sick!
I can't believe how long Ave's hair is now! She looks so grown up.
Honestly, I am constantly working on living in the here and now, on vanquising the constant stream of to do's in my head. When I succeed though? Bliss.
PS: Nice rack. 😉
the beauty of your life makes me ache with happiness for you
Janet's PS took my sentiment and ran with it, but I second that.
Thanks for my daily dose of sunshine, dear friend.
Thanks for the wishes of sun drenched windows and side splitting laughter.
It looks like you're doing a better job than you think you are. The fact that you're even thinking about it at all means that you're doing a good job! Be gentle with yourself, as gentle as you are with your girls. They will see that and will in turn treat themselves well later in life. We, too, are having crazy stomach issues. Hang in there! Thanks for the reminders to take it slow 🙂
How do I know?
Because you remind me to.
No one does poetic puke better than you! You are an inspiration.
Your girls are precious and I can feel the all-encompassing love you have for your family. Your writing is so right on for what I feel a lot of times, but written MUCH MORE eloquently than I could ever express my thoughts and feelings. Thanks for sharing!
ps. I use the same cake mix 😉
i am in awe once again of your words. and your beautiful sun drenched life.
and i kinda want that big girl doll house…oh and some of that cake!
hope the healthy bug is headed to your house soon 🙂
I wish I knew how to know I am "living every angle of now." Sometimes, though, I am aware that I stop myself and just soak it all in. Whatever it is.
You have such a happy home! Hope you all feel better.
your words are like the sweetest sweets. i love looking at pictures too, remembering the fun that was had. I know as I grow older they will be bittersweet – bittersweet that it was all so quick. I hope that I too do a good job of soaking it in as much as I can.
So, so beautiful. I love the pictures of the girls in the little house especially…
BetteJo! It's a tank top. Janet, Tet, I am blushing. Didn't mean to post a sassy photo. I am quite often in a state of undress as I nurse, get pawed with sticky hands, or am hot from running around. Then again, maybe twenty years from now I'll be glad to have this shot.
it's something i think about all the time and am never quite sure of.