Sunday afternoon at a fishing hole.
Continue our circle with Evelyne.
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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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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.
July 20th: I'm so glad the trampoline has returned
July 21st: Home from the river
July 22nd: Perfecting skills
July 23rd: Good morning snack
July 24th: Weekend workshop for me
July 25th: Almost home, after an unexpected all-nighter in the airport
July 26th: They brought this little birdie back from his window crash
July 13th: Box fun on the deck
July 14th: Breaking in the new flock
July 15th: Ice cold pool
July 16th: Out the road for a camping weekend
July 17th: Our wide open spaces
July 18th: Enjoying Auntie's scamp
July 19th: Movie time
