We had rain for days.
Thursday early morning comes, and I wonder what’s on the calendar. Put water on for coffee and try to think.
then magic light flashes streams of golden rays through kitchen window
catches my eye.
I grab my Nikon:
change settings quickly . . .
open eye wide . . . drag the shutter low
hand held . . . I know these photos will be more grainy . . . but. . . still
this is what I love.
and just like that
light fads behind clouds.
that girl who loves music helping her little sister with all things
phone calls from Charming away on business
that brown eyed girl rushing to help me host
spur of the moment quests
the artists sending glimpses of her day
Fisherman feeling better then ever
double stuff Oreo on sale – two for one & the house cheers
coffee w/ the best Nana
catching morning rays of light before coffee
“Then this girl completely shatters the window to my soul and crawls inside.”
― Colleen Hoover, This Girl
rain for days
after the rain light
watching her love to dance
big sister there to do what big sisters do best
so there is this. . . Charming is officially degreed.
We can say no one worked harder then this Charming son of ours – with a full time college schedule and a “part time” job of 60 hours a week.
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 10,000 times. . . There is nothing this one can’t do.
a celebration feast fit for kings and queens
late night visit with that brown eyed girl . . . just me and her talking / sharing
the artist here spending time
His girls way . . . and his life may never be the same again.
the girl from France surprises w/ cookies made in our kitchen
a rainy day @ home
editing, editing editing bridal portraits of this girl I love
seeing kids I love doing what they love
great news for Charming
“If the dogwoods are blooming – then the fish are biting.” the Fisherman
and there he is with his line in the water.
youth group leaders @ my house for tea
Sunday nights up late talking to my girl
Charming . . . all smiles, and happy, and doing so well
he drives her early mornings
excitement to learn
fishing buddy for him
excitement for coming things
peaceful slow mornings
messages from the most lovely people
photographs I’ll treasure always
I’m not sure if I’ve ever told you about the beautiful morning light in my kitchen.
Oh, my goodness.
It stops me in my tracks time after time.
beautiful Carolina day
seeing the redheaded boy play
dinner @ the taco truck
long talks with my oldest girl
great test results
stealing time to photograph
talks with my boys
“Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan!” -The Doctor
The story of our lives.
We hold tight and pretend it’s the plan.
It’s something I’ve always said joking
but, not . . .
because it’s so true.
I didn’t know the Doctor says the same.
I’m sure it’s right now.
And we’ll keep on keeping on.
Hooray! For the Doctor.
Life has been good to us these past weeks, months, years – as we hold tight and pretend it’s all part of our well thought out plan.
holding tight & pretending it’s the plan
philosopher home for just a little while
Breakfast with my girls
Photographed for Foster care . . . and met the most amazing kids
birthday for the girl who loves music
good reports from transplant
seeing our little dancer on stage
flowers in early morning sunlight
Charming like his dad. . . fixing anything.
time alone with that Fisherman
Even though the surgery took longer then expected . . . things went well.
Our patient has been released to the care of her little sister. . . who I often say to, “with all the time we spend around doctors and hospitals who knows . . . your future maybe in medicine. Listen up. Take notes. . . and she does.
It’s onward and forward from here.
We will know more about the results in a few months. . . I’ll keep you posted.
dinner made & hugs from sister in laws
first visits from granma so nice
a day spent w/ the fisherman
telephone calls about photo inquires
holding hands through the night with her
cuddling with the youngest
big dogs scared of little cats make me smile
big brothers & a midnight run for curly fries and milkshakes for his little sister
phone calls and concern from big brothers from hers & mine
good medication to ease pain
little sisters watching over
best nana’s making sure a day worried is filled with fun
many messages to answer of how’s she doing
There are extreme headaches, petit mal seizures, simple exhaustion . . . some days, and a surgery Friday for hearing.
There is youth group leadership, studying hard for the next level of education, & her job that she likes where her cousin is the manager. There are best friends, amazing mentors, brothers who love, parents who dote, a little sisters to protect, a best nana who spoils, now a grandma so close, aunts who relish, teachers who care, people who pray, music to share, eyes that sparkle, and a smile . . . that simply shines.
and THAT’s our girl
blooms from a bush that was planted all wrong
coffee with her
time for me to study
new tires for him
coffee made right
Two years, six months have passed, all before transplant, from the day the Fisherman looked me in the eye and asked . . . “are you ready for this?”
I looked back . . . and answered with a strong, “I will be.”
little did I know what he was talking about was not the next days but the next two years, six month of our lives.
Those two and a half years of our lives has brought many amazing things. . .
many things you know about . . . and then,
many things I have held close.
It seems this life the Fisherman and I live . . . comes so fast.
and in the blink of an eye, I have news
Charming‘s betrothed. . .
and she’s lovely.
celebrations w/ bubbly ready to pop
long talks with that Philosopher son
nice lunch shared @ best Nanas
another beautiful day
that brown eyed girl’s love
talks with a nephew
friends to practice portraiture with