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Thursday, November 27, 2014

a lesson in gratitude

Yesterday, my friend Leah, talented photographer and beautiful momma to four posted a link on facebook to this blog post by Wildflowers Photography. I don't click on everything on facebook---let's be honest, there's just not time, but if I get that little inkling that it may speak to you, katie, I click.

I clicked on that link and I read. I read, and I read and I felt convicted in that gentle, loving way that I am letting time pass me by.

This clincher statement:
"So, with that, friends, I urge you to take notice. Notice when life is passing you by and fight to stay present. Fight against fear when it tells you that there isn’t anything worth remembering. Because those days become years; and, before you know it, you’ve missed it. Don’t miss it. Start documenting life in your own home. Don’t worry if there is still laundry on the floor from last week. Soon your babies will outgrow those clothes, and your hands won’t be as full, and when you look back at that photograph you took so many years ago, with little muddy shirts and pants on the floor, you will feel a longing just at the sight of it."

Fight to stay present. How guilty am I of this? 

I stopped documenting little moments because they didn't seem photography-worthy. The house is dark because of the cloudy day and the snow was falling outside. It's certainly not an ideal environment to drag out my camera. Besides, the house is a wreck, the kids have been into everything, I was in the middle of cooking dinner, in fact. They'd crafted beaded necklaces half the day, drawn on the table with sharpie (cough, Lu), whined about who hit who so many times I lost count. 

It doesn't matter though. It doesn't matter that I had to hike my ISO up so high that the images are grainy. It doesn't matter because I have them now.  
















I couldn't care less that this is blurry--because look at lucy's little face.







In those few moments of taking photos I started to feel the gratitude pour over my mind and heart. It doesn't matter why I can't figure out for the life of me why Lucy never wants pants on. It doesn't matter that there are crafts strewn my floor on a daily basis, and that tiny fingerprints litter my refrigerator. It doesn't matter that Mac creases the back of my couch cushions because it just so happens to be his favorite place to rest. 

Better yet--it does matter. Because these moments are worth remembering.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends. May gratitude pour over your heart today and every day.