A few days ago, or so, I decided to join a flickr photo group called "life inspired" created by someone I admirefromafar, Sara at Walk Slowly, Live Wildly. It's a group where you submit photos of "beauty in the little details of life...and share what makes you happy."
You take un-edited photos with your cell phone camera, and I try to do this once a day. Sometimes with my phone, most times with my mind. Like:
resting
Friday, cleaning day. I took a break, and got Ivy to nap. And the bed was made, with us dreaming (and daydreaming) on top, and in this fleeting moment all was right with the world.jump
Saturday, at (a friend's) the lake house. Carter taking a leap. Hubs and I talked and decided we'd much rather a beach in our back yard vs. a pool. I could sit and write and think and "waste away" an entire day on a shore, and never have to get in. [nursing Ivy to sleep in church]
Sunday, if I had taken a real photo, it would have been me in the back of church sitting on the floor nursing Ivy to sleep. She didn't want to go in the nursery that morning and I couldn't resist her hug so tight to me. Breastfeeding her to sleep, listening to the message, singing praise songs, taking communion, with her asleep in my arms was pieces of heaven, I imagined. (Ok, maybe I did try taking a photo, in church no less, but it was too dark where I was sitting.)
[yellow ducky towel smiling at me amidst a pile of laundry]
Monday, I made piles of laundry and back and forth to the washing machine I regarded the mound of towels on my bathroom floor, the way they were there in front of my ruffled shower curtain, the way the mid-day sunlight poured in, the yellow ducky hoody towel was peeking out, playfully. Made me smile.[spaghetti family dinner]
I don't have a habit of having my phone with me during dinner but if I did I would have captured a shot overhead of us tonight, sometime after the prayer and Ivy's premature amens and before a dessert of popsicles and getting the atlas out. Me sighing that my white Vera cloth napkins are always the only ones clean when we have spaghetti. And realizing that having dinner together, with cloth napkins, and popsicles, often leads to playing basketball outside and riding bikes on the driveway together, and then coming inside to look up videos on youtube together like this one and having a dance party, together. Such a chain, of events. Of together.
