Friday, November 4, 2016

Fall is My Favorite

I am not good at taking pictures.  This has been well established.  But sometimes I do, and sometimes I am really happy with how they turn out, and sometimes even as much as I love words, it's best just to let the photos speak for themselves.








Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Remember These Days

Sometimes I forget how much I forget, and that if I don't write it down, and don't keep notes with the pictures, it's gone.

This is for me then, to keep the memory of these days a little longer.



Sometimes we have friends come over, and sometimes we just like to hang out and play with them in the bathtub.  Because why not, right?

Heather is extremely independent, and when she gets hungry she gets hungry.  That's how sometimes I find her eating lunches like this.  That's a pile of bacon, a slice of turkey, and a cold hotdog.  We keep it real healthy around here.


We like yoga. And sometimes we just drop into downward dog.


We are just so cute, is all.


And this is the other thing we do.  Run and run and run.

And make really cute faces.


And just generally hang out.


Oh look, there's me too.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Perfect You

This is what I want to say to my girls about their bodies, their body image, their idea of self, their self worth.  This is what I want them to see when they look in the mirror.  This is what I see.


You are perfect, you.

I said, you are perfect.  You.

You are not sure.
You don't believe.
You doubt.

So I say again, you are perfect, you.

You have a heart that feels.
Your heart laughs, laments, and above all, loves.

You have a mind that thinks.
Your mind plots, and plans, and most of all, performs.

You have a soul that, in peaceful quiet moments, remembers.
You have a soul that once walked among the stars.
You have a soul that saw the mountains and ocean and sky called into creation.

You are perfection in embryo - a living, growing work of art whose misplaced brush strokes can be painted over, again and again, reworked into the whole until a masterpiece emerges.

You are perfection in embryo.
I call it like I see it,
and I can see what you will be.

and so I say,

You are perfect, you.