Busy working on my yearly Blurb books. One for me. Some for grandparents.
It's always moving to see our year in pictures.
Strangest feeling to simultaneously enjoy seeing the moments we've captured and yet ache that they are gone.
A year has a way of changing the faces of the boys I love.
Putting together our album I came across pictures that will forever and always be the images I hold in my heart when I think of my sons. Our favorite park. My favorite little people.
boy, boy, all boy childhoods. exploring. nets. any container with a lid to house their newest creature.
Never ever do I want to forget these days. Sweet gifts wrapped up in nature, pebbles, and vines. Me...a little boy watcher...quietly studying and enjoying my sons as they soak in the Earth...this wonderland God created. Memories I treasure. When I close my eyes and think of them, these are the boys...the images I see.
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Calvin was playing out in the snow yesterday and ran in yelling, "Mom! Ralphie (cat) just tried to catch a baby mole and it's so so so cute! Do you have a bowl or something I can put it in? It's so cute."
Well, I draw the line a moles. So sue me.
But little boys pretty much rock and small girls are the cat's pajamas.
ps - We've got our SS class collecting boxes and brought a heap of 'em home today.
Boys :-) Thanks for pointing out how wonderful little boys are. And thank-you for your blog, I have been following it for the past month or so, and have been so inspired, especially by your posts about heartline.
i love your blog. i love the way you love Jesus and your family.
I love those boys, rubber boots, and nets:) We are still finding sweet reminders of them being here all summer and it makes me smile every single time I discover something.
Ugh. This post made me cry. This is what I see when I think of the Hendrick boys. Love them. Miss them. Can't wait to squeeze and breathe their sweaty selves in.
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