as i look at the two pictures i took today,
i notice they are both things that keep us.
lighthouses keep ships from dashing upon the rocks in tumultuous seas or in the dark.
lifeguards keep beach dwellers safe,
beach dwellers who thought they were having a dandy time along the shore’s edge
when all suddenly changes to ones worst nightmare.
i am comforted that god puts lighthouses and lifeguards
in our lives and the lives of our children
for we tend to be frail souls in danger,
sometimes from the trials that storm us from the outside,
and sometimes from the inner struggles that we bring upon our selves.
i am presently thankful for a few of those saving graces in my own life.
i do not take them for granted.
and i marvel at the idea
that even when the seas of life are calm
the lighthouse and lifeguard are still there
standing firm and tall
maybe even to simply remind us that it will not always be so.
therefore i will enjoy the calm in this day
and also trust amidst its stormy moments
knowing i just need to lift my eyes a bit
and i will see my help.
i will go toward it when i am able
and it will find me when i am not.
i loved sitting back and watching them be brother and sister. she squirt him in the face once.
while waiting her friend, jordan, did this.
brother’s are the same height. when did that happen?
it was cold and windy and she is lovely.
sister sun, mother and daughter.
a little photo shoot for a now you workshop reflection assignment.
jumping on logs for a photo workshop assignment quite made me laugh out loud today
a lady in a dress made of pillowcases
with oxfords and socks.
jumping up and down on a ginormous fallen log.
amidst young children being let out from their redwood nestled school.
i heard a mother call to her child to come away.
and as this lady is getting to where her glasses are a must,
yet still an annoyance to always have on hand,
the camera’s screen did not fill her in as to whether the jumping one was in focus,
and a naughty knot was obstructing the view of the air one really did get.
my children wondered where i had been.
they didn’t know their mamma was jumping up an down on a log in the forest.
i told them i was being artsy-fartsy and left it at that.
my pictures lack perfection.
which fits this imperfectionist of a girl.
i’m pretty sure others laughed.
but hurray for taking a few minutes for my creative self.
there it is.
once upon a time,
a young version of this girl and married man
lived in this humble little house.
married man was a student and twenty simple dollars would feed us for a week.
we often didn’t even have the luxury of twenty dollars, but somehow it appeared at our front door many times.
so much water under the bridge since these days,
since our lives were gathered together within these walls.
many dreams we dreamed came true.
many dreams we never could have even thought to dream,
we have funny and awesome and weird and sad stories
that for better or worse,
belong to only us.
we had four wonderful children.
we poured our lives into them.
from their beginning,
they poured theirs into ours
and we will never be the same.
disappointments there were.
disappointments there will be.
but we will love one another through them.
We will lay disappointments and sadness and griefs behind
for that is where they belong.
and we will move on from here,
from where we are now.
for there is so much goodness and love and relationship and story ahead.
after all these years,
a completely different person this girl is.
for the story has shaped me into something more complete
and will continue to change me
till the last page is turned.
my youngest went away on a trip. i asked him if his mother he would miss. he said only a little bit and i think he only said that to be kind, for any hesitations on his departure he did not show. thankful for the good friends in his world. wish the oldest ones had some of the same opportunities and such when they were young. but trusting the big picture maker to be making something beautiful even of missed joys.