A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. ~Marion C. Garretty
It's not always roses and sunshine around here.
Our life is not perfect. It's perfectly imperfect.
And I'm so thankful for the gift of living this life; my life. And not just living it as merely to survive it. But, living to embrace it for all it's perfections and imperfections.
Praying that in the perfect moments I overflow with thankfulness.
Praying that in the imperfect moments I produce growth.......and humility. By His grace alone.
I captured one of those "thankful" moments the other day. I'm trying to be better about that and seizing the opportunity to just stop. and. pause.
"Take it ALL in and slow down," I have to remind myself.
Looking through the lens of a camera helps me do that. I see things I want to forever remember and never ever forget.
How little chubby knuckles held both Thomas'.
How her face was fixated when caught in a moment of creativity.
How sister smiles and belly button parties looked.
Snapshots that I want to etch in my memory when the years have gone by and I'm trying to remember how it once was in this season.
These pictures will one day make me cry- I'm sure of it. What seems as "everyday" now, will one day be but a memory and a photograph.
There is so much more life to behold and take in. But, I want to pause and remember the moments as we meander through it.
Our life is not perfect. It's perfectly imperfect.
And I'm so thankful for the gift of living this life; my life. And not just living it as merely to survive it. But, living to embrace it for all it's perfections and imperfections.
Praying that in the perfect moments I overflow with thankfulness.
Praying that in the imperfect moments I produce growth.......and humility. By His grace alone.
I captured one of those "thankful" moments the other day. I'm trying to be better about that and seizing the opportunity to just stop. and. pause.
"Take it ALL in and slow down," I have to remind myself.
Looking through the lens of a camera helps me do that. I see things I want to forever remember and never ever forget.
How little chubby knuckles held both Thomas'.
How her face was fixated when caught in a moment of creativity.
How sister smiles and belly button parties looked.
Snapshots that I want to etch in my memory when the years have gone by and I'm trying to remember how it once was in this season.
These pictures will one day make me cry- I'm sure of it. What seems as "everyday" now, will one day be but a memory and a photograph.
There is so much more life to behold and take in. But, I want to pause and remember the moments as we meander through it.