Time always moves faster than we expect. Like fishing with bare hands, I often grasp at it, trying to hold still all that is so slippery and wild. More pictures. More words. More to remember today and all that makes up right now. This week, in the midst of our flurrying about with spring projects, I was comforted by these words, “but Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” Some moments in parenthood can be snatched in film and words, and others are simply folded away within us.
olive | you create a meal for me everyday, at times in the real kitchen and others right in your pretend one. I can’t wait to see this art form grow more in you.
blythe | “I think God is doing something really good with our family.” I think I agree entirely.
burke | a few friends, hot dogs, and smores–a small but proper celebration of your 10th year.
liam| planting sod together, our hands muddied and tired.