Last night before bed Sam asked me to carry him upstairs. I rarely get to hold him anymore at 5. I can remember Sam at 3 as I was watching my good friend with her son at 5. He was so grown up. Such a boy. I couldn't imagine being there. I am now.
As I carried him up the stairs with his head on my shoulder he whispered in my ear, ' Mommy, it still makes me feel better when you hold me.'
Watching your children grow up can be so very bittersweet.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Lost
This family blog has been a bit lost for quite some time. I want to update it but life is just so busy. I always used this as a personal journal more than anything to remember the little things about the kids that I know my memory will forget in time. I'm not ready to let that go just yet.
Five and Three. I cannot believe that is how old my Sam and Harper are. The days and weeks and years just fly by right before my eyes.
We are happy. We are so close. At the end of the day we have fun. Always. I try every day to be present in each moment with them. Listen. Teach. Guide. Love unconditionally. Be patient. Laugh. Snuggle. Protect. Let go. All at once.
My Sam at 5. He is my heart. I see so much of me in him. I get him. His feelings and reactions and fears and his struggles were and are still all mine. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He cares so much. He is so silly. He protects. He loves deeply. He is so intuitive and perceptive. He is a mamas boy. You can't help but smile when he does.
My Harper at 3. She is my heart. She challenges me every single day in my parenting. She is strong willed and so independent. So very smart. So funny. She can be shy. She relies on her brother so much to show her the way and loves him so much. She is full of opinion. She throws her head way back when she laughs. Her laugh is deep and contagious. She is all girl. I see so much of me in her too in very different ways. She is a bolder and fearless version of me. I love that.
I do a wonderful job documenting my children with my photography. I am going to come back here to do it with my words.
Five and Three. I cannot believe that is how old my Sam and Harper are. The days and weeks and years just fly by right before my eyes.
We are happy. We are so close. At the end of the day we have fun. Always. I try every day to be present in each moment with them. Listen. Teach. Guide. Love unconditionally. Be patient. Laugh. Snuggle. Protect. Let go. All at once.
My Sam at 5. He is my heart. I see so much of me in him. I get him. His feelings and reactions and fears and his struggles were and are still all mine. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He cares so much. He is so silly. He protects. He loves deeply. He is so intuitive and perceptive. He is a mamas boy. You can't help but smile when he does.
My Harper at 3. She is my heart. She challenges me every single day in my parenting. She is strong willed and so independent. So very smart. So funny. She can be shy. She relies on her brother so much to show her the way and loves him so much. She is full of opinion. She throws her head way back when she laughs. Her laugh is deep and contagious. She is all girl. I see so much of me in her too in very different ways. She is a bolder and fearless version of me. I love that.
I do a wonderful job documenting my children with my photography. I am going to come back here to do it with my words.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Pictures...
My poor neglected blog I promised to update. I have been so bad about not updating. I want to I just never seem to find the time. I need to :)
This picture I took of Sam last week reminds me so much of pictures I have seen taken of my dad in college. I think it's Sams' longer hair and the way it is brushed. I wanted my mom to see it so I am posting! I'll post another cute one of Sam and Harper!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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