On Sunday, I met up with this couple. They are definately one of the most in-love couples I have ever met! It was so fun to capture their inner and outer beauty!
I breathe you in. I hold you in the space of my chest. My eyes get teary. My heart jumps. I smile. This is how I want to remember the early years. The smell of you and the way you need me. The feeling of holding your tiny babyness so close. The way we just melt together. The privilege of watching you grow with baby steps and giant leaps. The overwhelming gratefulness I feel that God chose me to be your mother.
I often ponder things that seem to have a theme. One thing is when someone says " I am not artistic/creative" or "I wish I was artistic/creative ". These statements project that one needs to be good to be artistic and I don't believe that to be true. Today I was crabby for no good reason and I tried to snap out of it and it just kept returning and I realized I was missing something: creative time. I think the biggest difference between someone who identifies themselves as an artist and one who doesn't is the need to create. Much like someone who has the need to be physically active (running, playing tennis, etc), an artist needs to create to feel balanced and whole. An artist will create to fill the need but the final product matters less than the journey to there. A person who does not think of themselves as artistic only has the final product in mind not the journey. Thoughts?
Letting go of the me I say I am so God can show me the me he sees. Letting go of who I was before so God will reveal who I am now. Inching my way toward knowing. Inching my way to understand. I feel a new path being paved. Though my body screams with anxiety, I push on. I push on to see the me that God sees.
Krista... I love how their colors go together in the first two... so beautiful! Such a lovely job!
ReplyDeleteI didn't even know you had a blog! Wonderful :) Great photos.
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