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Monthly Archives: February 2011

Joy of Love | Hands

Their hands.
These little hands are always so busy…
They color, they play, they use them to count, they piece things together and move them about.
They touch my face, they play with my hair, they spin around bars and propel themselves through the air.
They play in the dirt, they catch their falls, swing around light sabers and...

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Joy of Love | Kiss

I still remember our very first kiss.
I kissed him… near the cafeteria, after the last bell.
It was awkward and I think I laughed and giggled after.
I think over the past 21 years its been perfected.
But I still giggle when he kisses me… what can I say, he makes me giddy… each kiss brings me back...

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Joy Of Love | When You Love Them The Most

I had a completely different idea for this post that featured my husband.
Then lunch happened…and it went something like this.
“What happened to my sandwich!?” Aidan said as he held the mutilated and flattened excuse for a blackberry sandwich up to the light.
“Im sorry honey, I was trying to make your sandwich look like Darth Vader...

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Joy of Love | Her Face

I love to get actual “portraits” of my babies!
Of course I love getting them as they are…doing what they do, in the moment, as the moment strikes…
BUT
There is something special about an image of their faces.
Something special about seeing their eyes meet mine through my lens.
Something special about that split second peek into their soul...

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Joy of Love | Wedding Band

Ian’s wedding band.
A small symbol of the infinite promises made on our wedding day…friendship, love and loyalty forever and always .
It still puts a lump in my throat to see it on his hand, shining through all its dings and nicks… just the way marriage does.
This ring, such a small object to hold so much...

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Joy of Love | Routines

Our weekend morning routines are always the same.
During the week, the kids grumble and struggle to roll out of bed.
But on the weekend, a different story all together.
The moment the morning light hits the cracks in the blinds and gently seeps into our bedroom, the sound of little feet running across the carpet hits my...

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Joy of Love | The Eyes

The windows to the soul.
All of my littles have completely different eyes.
Green, brown, hazel…I love them all.
From the moment Camryn was born I was convinced she was an “old soul”.
Her eyes never wandered unfocused, like most newborns.
She seemed to focus and soak in the world.
She was so very little but had eyes that stared...

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Joy of Love | Dreams

RECIPE FOR A GYMNAST
Add iron and steel
To beauty and grace
Stir in the will to win
With a bright smiling face
Blend in love
For a Sport
And a friendship within
Fold in bruises and bumps
On the surface of skin
Mix in soft flowing arms
And straight pointed toes
With a twist of the head
To complete the pose
Pour in loyalty and dedication
For the rest...

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Joy of Love | Generations

Grammy and Aislyn
Two peas in a pod.
My mom, loves ALL of her grandchildren beyond measure and they absolutely adore her right back.
But Aislyn and Grammy are something special altogether.
She has lived across the street from us Aislyn’s whole life and not a day goes by that Aislyn doesnt ask for a walk across the street...

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Joy of Love | Space- Where They Are Comfortable

My bed.
Its part of her morning routine.
We walk in the door from the morning round of drop offs and she runs to her room to pack a bag.
She packs up books, dolls, Barbies, puzzles, colors…any variety and combination of fun things.
She grabs a ration of gold fish and juice, then climbs in my bed for...

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