"Without thinking about it too much in specific terms, I was showing America what I knew and observed to others who might not have noticed." -Norman Rockwell Welcome to our interpretation of the world. ~Denise & Lindy

I love this shot – one of my favs from that session.  I’ve photographed C a few times before and since then and he never disappoints with a face to remember.  I miss them, they moved away – I’m sad I won’t be their photographer any longer but I’m so glad I’ll get to keep up with them on FB! 

 

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I’m late (no not preggo).   I’m late and being that I’m a mom I feel guilty.

I’m late because it was Rachel’s birthday on Sunday and I didn’t post anything about it. I didn’t post anything meaningful in honor of my firstborn, my amazing little girl who has grown into an independent (or trying to be) young woman.  Sunday was riddled with chaos leaving me no time to post, and even worse, made for a lukewarm birthday for her.

So then one day goes by, and another.  And if any of you and I are friends on FB you’ll see I just wasn’t feeling it today either.  After my heart-on-my-sleeve post this morning an old friend, C.L., sent me a super cool article that made me cry, it’s titled “Where Did My Little Girl Go?” by Laura Munson.   It’s like Laura wrote about my life, my girl, my baby girl.  It was mostly some punch-you-in-the-gut reality with sprinkled with a tiny bit of advice.  Since I haven’t heard anything better to do I’m going to try to remember this from the article:

“…Savor those occasional, spontaneous moments of beauty (like just the other day, when I got a note on my bed with the words J’adore, surrounded with a pink heart), because those moments will come. And remember that sometimes we’re the absolute worst to the people we love and trust the most. When it comes right down to it, I suppose those eye rolls are a good sign. She feels safe; she knows I will love her always, no matter what. “This is natural,” a friend with older kids assures me. “In order to leave the nest, we must defy it. It’s just a stage. It’ll pass…”

It’s true that I will love her no matter what, that she is SAFE, as safe as I can make her in this day of 2-mile wide tornadoes and 12 year old school shooters.  When she falls, I will pick her up, if she will let me. If not I’ll wait until she’s ready.    When she cries my arms are open with a hug and to kiss her on her soft delicious cheek.  When she messes up I’ll help her pick up all the pieces and put them back together, again when she’s ready because she does everything on her own time.  Her very very own.  But does she know I will always love her? That her daddy and I will keep her safe to the extent we are able?  I think that’s my biggest worry – does she KNOW that I will always love her no matter what?

My sweet baby girl … You are my sunshine, my sweet sweet sunshine.  I love you high as the sky and farther than the moon. Infinity schminidty.  I love you when you are happy and you are mad, when you clean your room and when you don’t, when you scream and when you laugh, when you fall off the horse and when you canter around twice without so much as a wobble.  You can’t do anything that will make me love you less, no matter how hard you try.  You will always be my hero.  Love, Mom.

Click here for Laura Munson’s full article.  If you have a teen get some tissues before you start.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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