“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

Long winters make me move furniture around. Old mirrors in new places suddenly entertains like nothing else. Photo by Olivia Gatti Facebook :: Website

Long winters make me move furniture around. Old mirrors in new places suddenly entertains like nothing else.

Photo by Olivia Gatti

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i had plans.  you were supposed to be our last child.  the older two were going to go to school and you were going to stay home with me.   we were finally going to spend some time alone.  life was going to slow down so that i could enjoy your littleness.  i had all these plans.  what i didn’t plan on was your brother deciding to stay home too or another baby entering the picture.  but the thing that foiled my plans the most is you.  you have never wanted to stay home or be little.  instead, every day you wake, get dressed, and beg to go to school.  so much for my big  plans.  Photo by Heather Robinson Photography Blog :: Facebook

i had plans.  you were supposed to be our last child.  the older two were going to go to school and you were going to stay home with me.   we were finally going to spend some time alone.  life was going to slow down so that i could enjoy your littleness.  i had all these plans.  what i didn’t plan on was your brother deciding to stay home too or another baby entering the picture.  but the thing that foiled my plans the most is you.  you have never wanted to stay home or be little.  instead, every day you wake, get dressed, and beg to go to school.  so much for my big  plans. 

Photo by Heather Robinson Photography

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