Wonder…

022 It’s a pretty miraculous thing to wake up to a world that looks as lovely and perfect as I did this morning. Despite the anticipation I help for this fresh, new year, we have hurt happening in our family and it’s hard to watch- hard to handle. Dark nights lead to overcast mornings, where the emotion of fog, here at home, makes breathing and peace so difficult to grab for.

And then, then this morning kisses me hello and i see the world has gone and become bright and breathtakingly beautiful, while i sat wrapped in my worry and misery- alone. I wake to see branches wrapped in glimmer, shards of sunlight blinding me as I take it all in.

And I wake, again. More. Wake to the world, wake to the moment, wake from the fog and the sadness.

There is magic, of sorts, in this winter wonderland  shining around us. It was hard to miss, vibrant and blinding- but the beautiful magic is always going to be there really. In some way, at least. In the hummingbird outside the window- in the slow crawl to stand of a sweet little baby. Wonder surrounds us every second of every day. Obviously, these first weeks of 2013 I’ve just not been trying to notice- so today it took away my option.

A love letter…

Dear You, 
I had to write this letter, to thank you. 
Yes, you. 
This has been the hardest year in my 36 years of life. It hasn’t been the easiest to maintain a blog. Even those of you, with your quiet love and support- i appreciate you. 
Over the past 10 month, specifically, we have received beautiful gifts and cards. The spirit I have seen, in my readers, has reminded me over and over again, why blogging is such a powerful tool. 
It isn’t about the comments. 
It’s about the emails, and the stories you tell me. It’s about the touchable ways that so many of you have reached out to me. 
I am continually honored to be told that myself and my words matter so much to so many. Honestly, you matter to me too, more than you’ll ever know. 
So thank you. 
I love each and every one of you. 
Have a happy new year, may it be beautifully blessed and rich with love, 
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My prodigy…

I am making a pretty big deal about this, because, well, it’s pretty worthy of a big deal… 
When I hurt my back, some four weeks ago, I was pretty sure I’d be down for a day or two. When it was obviously destined to be longer, I figured about a week. Or two. 
I went ahead and planned out our rather extensive Fakesgiving menu. (Two meats, two stuffings, three potatoes, two veggies and four desserts.) 
I scheduled photo shoots and promised my son that I’d do a quick shoot for him and his out of state girlfriend. 
Eventually the menu lost a dessert and a potato, due to my inability to do it all. {ok, let’s be honest… I wasn’t able to do any of it without a LOT of help, and about 10 times the amount of time it should have taken.} 
Photos shoots were cancelled and we were left with the very real promise that our son was days away from returning to his deployment, and his girlfriend would go home to the midwest… 
And pictures needed to happen. 
So, my awesome husband (who usually assists me on shoots, and adjusts my tripod 700 times, and carries my gear, and…) stepped up and did it. Out of 87 shots, he had 35 really great ones. (AMAZING ratio!) 
I thought I’d share three of my favorites… 

So, give the boy a hand, would you? 
He saved my hide, once again played Superman and saved the day- and everyone is happy. 
I am the luckiest of girls… 
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