You'll laugh. You'll cry. (at least I do)
and these make me tear up. And I like that. It's quiet in the house (except for football on) as I'm typing this and thoughts of fussing or discipline are nowhere to be found as I look through these photos. I'm just gulping back tears instead. And as I already weirdly mentioned, I like that.
I made a confession to Brett this week-that I feel most like myself when my tears are working. What I mean is I've always had a sensitive heart. This isn't the same as being a baby or too soft or weak, mind you. It just means things…more specifically my people, make me tear up. If I had a dime for every time I apologized for my tears I'd be a rich mama, money-wise at least. I'm already quite a rich lady.
(I mean these girls..)
I like it when I see a commercial that ignites tears, or when I laugh 'till I cry (my girls and Brett are great at making me do this). I like things and people and movies and books and quotes that get my eyes full. It's just who I am.
I've been taking some medicine the last few months, getting some issues fixed with my mama body. Nothing even remotely like an emergency and hardly worth mentioning at all, except to say my tears hadn't been working as much 'till last week. I got teared up big time and then got so excited that I felt fully like myself my laughter brought more tears!
(don't even get me started on the last few episodes of Parenthood…)
It's why I like photos so much. They capture a story that tells so much more than our little minds can remember. All of life could tell of a hard angle I suppose, if we want to view it that way. Motherhood, working full time, being a wife, just waking up a human being on this Earth has its own level of hard. There are plenty of others paid plenty of money to capture that view on the news.
What I like to capture is this.
Imaginations at work,
joy and light tucked in every nook and cranny.
My girls showing such great kindness to a pretend horse….still in jammies on a regular winter afternoon.
Insert laughing 'till I cry, feeling like myself,
and finding the rosy in the routine.