We have three young children so going out on our own takes alot of planning.
We make a point to take weekends and vacations, just the two of us, whenever we get a chance.
But for the most part, when we head out, we all head out together.
I think as parents, theres just something thats beyond awesome...
The Joy of Love assignment was to choose a favorite image previously posted on Facebook.
I picked this one of Camryn because I love its confidence.
The way shes standing, the look on her face, the wind blowing around her…her strength, I love it.
No its not “technically” perfect.
But neither is life, and something tells me that theres...
Doesnt matter how the day has gone.
When Daddy gets home all seems right with the world.
Camryn has a ritual for when Ian gets home.
Doesn’t matter where she is in the house or what shes doing, as soon as she hears the garage door open she drops everything and races to hide by the door.
When Ian...
When he’s away…
Its business as usual.
We have school and homework, playdates and practice, meals, baths and bedtimes.
Not a whole lot different…except were missing him.
Whether its one day or a week, we miss the sound of him walking through the door around 5 o’clock, we miss his silly jokes, his hugs and his smile.
I miss his...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
