“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.”
— Mary Jean Irion
As many of you that read my blog know, I’m passionate about capturing stories, but more than just that. The real and untouched stories. So this month I decided it was due time to once again capture our little story. I left my camera out on the counter and picked it up nearly every day of November. It’s amazing what good things you capture when you look for them like my camera allows me to do. Such good things that make me feel so grateful and full, frozen frames of our normal day treasures.
A sweet Leo at the window and on the couch and at his feet.
The way the light hits the top of the trees on the last of the autumn days, November sun so bright and warm you don’t need a coat.
Her reading and him reading.
The way the wind picks up her hair, watching her learn how to use my old camera.
The way they sit on the couch together and snuggle, her blanket always in her grasp.
Watching them build and create and play.
Grilling and good food and how he cooks for us.
Daddy’s special waffles before church.
Putting up Christmas lights outside while the grass is still green.
Them watching the football game together, football in the house, lots of football in the house.
How they sit in the same chair on Saturday mornings.
Baking in the beautiful light with her.
New music and lazy afternoons on the couch.
Him proudly play his dulcimer.
Twinkly lights and ornaments and the fresh smell of the fraser fir.
Watching the first snow gently fall, the frost on the branches, the fog in the air.
How she loves to lie under the tree.
Espresso drinks with homemade whipped cream.
My before school mornings with them.
Such good little treasures.