my girl

It almost sounds like an oxymoron. 

Because "my boys" is all I'm used to saying..

I left the house at 6 this morning.  And when I got home at 2 in the afternoon the Miss was napping.  Deeply.  I missed her.  Deeply.  At {finally} 4 p.m. she awoke, just when the boys were heading out for basketball.  So the two of us were left to ourselves.

And we went on a walk.  Which she adores. 

It was dusk. 

And I looked up to this:

And down to this:

Then up again. 

Then down again.

Times twenty.

Dizzied between the two perfect views, I realized it was a moment to Remember. I may not have time to blog beautifully in this busy season of life, but I can't let these Perfections pass without a nod.

Comments

[Neighbor Jane Payne]

"I may not have time to blog beautifully in this busy season of life, but I can't let these Perfections pass . . ." Time or no time, I say this is one beautiful blog post.

[Tiffany]

:) What a sweetie.

It is hard to change what you say--in my case it's backwards from you. Okay, girls, ...and boys. :)

[Jill S.]

This is such a beautiful post and the picture of her looking up at you is priceless!

[sista#2]

Love the up and the down ;) beautiful!

[Price Cream Parlor]

She is a beauty and a wonder, just like you!

those cookies are AMAZING!!! What a talent you have!

[michelle]

This is beautiful! What a capture.

[Jenni Cenatiempo Caddy]

You probably don't remember me from Heritage, but I came across your blog tonight. I love your writing, your photography, everything! Thanks for enriching my evening.