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Welcome to my blog! I write, and take photos, and use Photoshop every day. I love learning and surprises and my sweet family and being a transplanted southerner.

Normal Day

I now have a 1/2 inch stack of drawings to scan and put on my blog, courtesy of Rowen. I told her that people had said nice things about her picture, and she came in and sat on my lap and asked me to read each comment to her. She was smiling so big her eyes squinted almost shut. “Your friends like my pictures!” So thanks for making both our days. :)

This morning I watched my growing-up son button his entire button-down shirt by himself. He got all the buttons right, and would NOT let me touch them. I am amazed at the dexterity in the smallest of hands at my house, and at how they continue to grow and change.

I love Elliott’s phase right now. He’s by turns fiercely independent (see the buttons above) and as snuggly as one of his ‘cuddly friends’. He fell asleep in the car on the way home from the mountains Monday. I put him in his bed, and worked for a couple of hours, and then went to crash out for a few minutes. He came staggering into my room about 3:00, climbed into bed with me, did that little wiggle-worm to get as close to me as he could, and promptly fell back asleep. I spent an hour listening to the peace of his breathing, kissing his forehead and saying a prayer of thanks that I got to be there.

Here he is a few weeks ago, having fallen asleep reading a space book. See the way his lashes spread down across his cheeks? Ah. Love.

Dang it, I hope I don’t miss something in this never-gonna-happen-again process. Somehow today I just feel like I need to keep it close to me with both hands and squeeze my eyes shut and inhale deeply. And then somehow tuck this away safe to keep it bright.

Here’s a poem I’ve posted here before:

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.

Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.

Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.

One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,

or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut,

or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.

~Mary Jean Irion

So, what parts of your life right now are you totally GRATEFUL for, and wish you could keep forever?

Kit for a Cause, AND an incentive!

In which mama is waving beneath a ceiling fan