It's June now, so I'm going to get back into
Weekend Diaries, but I posted
something else on Monday. So I'll just go a different route and call this "Lately" and it will be kind of the same thing.
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?
Beautifully put, Mary! I love those moments we can be wistful about ordinary life. I think it enables us to see the beautiful in the fighting, whining, piles of laundry, cleaning ect. ect. I need reminders often. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Diana. I do, too!
DeleteThat baby of yours is a cutie! Great pics. . . . my girls are forever bringing me flowers. So sweet, and always say thankyou, but I have only so many vases for daffodils. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm a little jealous that you're getting "real" flowers...
DeleteMary, I love the pictures you take of your beautiful children! I can't wait to meet them one day : )
ReplyDeleteME TOO, Seza! Thank you!
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ReplyDeletelovely pictures.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Liz!
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