“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. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”

― Mary Jean Irion

Fourth grade is really something else. Drum lessons. Field Hockey. Girl Scouts. French Class. Advanced reading. Book club. Regular school work. I'm literally spinning, trying to stay on top of it all. You are handling it with way more spunk and grace than I am. I think it shows how ready you are for it all. It's like your true time to shine just started now. Go get it, baby. And have a blast.  Photo by Olivia Gatti Facebook :: Website

Fourth grade is really something else. Drum lessons. Field Hockey. Girl Scouts. French Class. Advanced reading. Book club. Regular school work. I'm literally spinning, trying to stay on top of it all. You are handling it with way more spunk and grace than I am. I think it shows how ready you are for it all. It's like your true time to shine just started now. Go get it, baby. And have a blast. 

Photo by Olivia Gatti

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today i put you in the crib for the first time.  i just wanted to see what you might look like in there.  there isn’t much room in your bassinet so i figured it was a good time for an introduction to your future bed. but the moment i placed you in the crib, i felt sad.  you smiled at me and laughed once and then you began to cry.  as i scooped you up and held you to my heart, i breathed a sigh of relief. you don’t need much room.  not just yet. Photo by Heather Robinson Photography Blog :: Facebook

today i put you in the crib for the first time.  i just wanted to see what you might look like in there.  there isn’t much room in your bassinet so i figured it was a good time for an introduction to your future bed. but the moment i placed you in the crib, i felt sad.  you smiled at me and laughed once and then you began to cry.  as i scooped you up and held you to my heart, i breathed a sigh of relief. you don’t need much room.  not just yet.

Photo by Heather Robinson Photography

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