Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
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September was full of new. New schedules, new weather, new foods, new adventures. It was our New Year, a few months too soon. Suddenly it ended, and suddenly we (almost) settled in. Finding our school routine still feels like juggling fish, and real fish were juggled as we headed to the fishing grounds straight from the school grounds. Then I watched my youngest gear up for her first dance class. How is there so much new in one short month? But there is, every single day. Shining its bright face in our awaiting eyes, even if you have to look a little deeper.
Now head over to Allison's blog & see her beauty of the last month.
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Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
Follow along here.
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Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
Follow along here.
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'If you have good thoughts,
they will shine out of your face like sun beams
and you will always look lovely.' - Roald Dahl
At our kids' school, we're immersed into one of the unique cultures of Kodiak- military. We feel the utmost respect for these individuals who are serving our country, as we watch these family's come and go. We listen to stories of packing up all their belongings, just a few short years after unpacking. Some of the boxes are never even opened. Some of the time frames are even less.
To hold onto a piece of Kodiak, I recently spent time at the beach with the Young family, before their next adventure in the coming months. We'll be sad to see them go, but hope they're able to return someday, with their smiling faces and sweet kids. They're full of all the laughter and happiness that shone through the images.
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In between seasons and throughout the year, life happens. Routines take place, the morning alarm, drop-off time, pick-up time, dinner, bedtime. These routines quickly become our every day, with little pieces mixed into it, to keep us moving forward; that cup of coffee before work or piece of chocolate in the afternoon, listening to the radio as you wash the dishes, or a podcast while folding laundry. There's times the routine becomes too routine and there's times when it feels very comfortable. It becomes dotted with the kids taking their firsts. Their first steps, their first words, their first days of school, their first basketball game, their first dance, their first date. Most the time it moves as quick as the tide. Other times, it feels as slow as molasses. "What's molasses?" my kids asked. As I pulled the jar down from the pantry, there it was reminding me, the firsts are there every day.
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