I was looking back through the blog the other night and I had a realization that sort of surprised me: I really appreciated having certain images and memories frozen in time here on the blog. Singled out from the flow of days and the hundreds of random pictures on my phone, these captured moments brought a smile to my face.
I guess I'm surprised because I am an intensely private person in some ways, and this type of blog post offers a little peek into my private world. A world that is not one of ideas and how to's and what to wear's, but little people and ephemeral phases, homely routines. Just plain life that necessarily holds frustration, impatience, conflict and failings, right alongside all of the beauty and goodness.
Not to wax sentimental, but the just plain life moves so quickly. It really does. It changes and people change and that's great and that's the way it should be. But I think there's nothing wrong with being a bit wistful for the moments past. Maybe it will remind me to be more gentle, more patient, and more grateful. And don't we all need a little reminder from time to time?
|A rest in the grass after running ahead of the rest of us.We don't call her the "Fastest Feet in All the East" for nothing!|
|The Self Portrait Project is still limping along = a new profile pic.|
|Reason #105 kids are great: They make the best micro-bouquets. Endlessly.|
|Almost five months already... And yeah, we did hit a home run on this one!|
|"Mom, I found a buttercup!" Or a yellowed piece of parsley, but I won't burst your bubble.|