This post marks the halfway point in my Project 52 journey. I continue to come to the end of each month, more and more grateful for this photographic project. I know that I'll never regret taking pictures of my loved ones. Thank you for allowing me to share these each month with you.
We are continuing to settle in to our new home. I wish I could capture all of the sights and sounds of this beautiful place, bottle them up, and send it to each of you. The boys are adjusting more and more and for that we are grateful. I tend to forget, until we're smack in the middle of a life change, that little ones go through adjustments too and that they need extra measures of love, grace, and patience, just as I do for myself.
I realized this week, as I was thinking about the purpose of this blog in my own life and for the benefit of others, that I never desire to give the impression that my life with little ones is always glowy and perfect. That said, there are days in my life that are easy-peasy, filled with beauty and laughter, gifts from the Father. And it's those days that I'd rather tell you about, not because I'd like for the world to believe that such a glimpse is my complete life, but because I want the world to know that I don't take those days for granted. I do, though, believe that there is value in recognizing the deepening times, the days that press us to the end of ourselves, the hours that leave us reaching for Psalms or Romans, the kind of minutes that send pulsing Oh God, help me! prayers. That is where I am right now. Except, I'm starved for some quiet time, for longer prayer talks, for some stretch of decent behavior from my children. (smile) It's at times like these that I'm thankful for the beauty of happy, lens-caught moments, the recalling of God's faithfulness in them, the confident expectation that God loves me and my little ones so deeply and that he cares for us-- during the easy hours and the chaotic, box-filled, can't-find-anything! transition months too.
// my three guys heading towards the ocean in Fort Bragg, California // my Graeme-bear on the fourth of July, happy as a lark with the flag and swing he found. (I don't think I could've dreamed this up. It is a favorite of mine for sure!) // my Jobie on Gold Beach //