Saturday Morning

I hope one day my children look back on images of their childhood and find themselves instantly transported to this carefree time. I hope all their senses are elevated, to feel all the feels of home. I hope they smell the warm biscuits and warm air, on a Saturday morning. I hope they feel my fingers running through their hair. I hope they feel my warm embrace. I hope all of this because images have the power to do this.

Motherhood on a saturday morning.

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Peder & Jess

A quaint little house,
on a quaint little street,
lived two wonderful souls,
you ever did meet.

Together, they laughed and they cried,
and they shared their dreams,
as the looked at one another,
and did their eyes beam.

Because these two,
they were coming together,
to begin their life as one,
for now and for ever.

Peder & Jess, in their new home. Shortly before they say I do.

100 Days of Summer, week 7

July: 10-on-10

Today someone asked me what we've been doing this summer. I laughed, and responded with an honest, "I don't know." These days seem to be slipping through the cracks even quicker than during the school year. Sure, we've done a lot, but we've also enjoyed a lot less to do. It's been much-needed by all. & late bedtimes mean splashing in mud puddles at 10:00pm.

continue our 10-on-10 circle with Evelyne.