WIth the help of rest and strengthening exercises, she is recovering from her injuries. Her dedication and love of the sport of gymnastics is evident.
Category: Photography
Nine
Our daughter, getting ready for school on her first day of being nine years old. Time passes by so quickly!
Cartwheel in an empty room
Empty rooms are great locations for cartwheels.
The chandelier
For months, a momentous event has been underway in our family: my in-laws are moving out of the home they built and have lived in for more than 40 years.
As you can imagine, my focus has been on capturing and documenting as much of the move as possible through photos. I will share more in future blog posts; for now, I would like to share this moment from the move.
Upon discovering that the dining room was empty, our daughter said, “Mom, I’ve always wanted to touch the chandelier! Is it OK?” I nodded, focused my camera on her as she slowly reached up to touch the chandelier, and captured her excitement.
An empty house can be a wonderful place of discovery and adventure, especially from a child’s perspective.
Relaxing
This morning, I’m thinking of our trips to the Russian River and relaxing in the cabin!
Feeling nostalgic this morning
I’m feeling nostalgic this morning and have been spending the last hour looking through photos of our girls from the past few years. I am grateful that I’ve captured so many images of the girls at school, in sports, with their cousins, and especially in the normal everyday moments of their lives.
I connected with this photo today, just as I did with our daughter in the moment I took this photo more than three years ago.
Frames
When I looked up, I noticed these frames in just a little bit of window light.
Taking a peek
I took a quick peek over her shoulder to see what was so funny. I delight in seeing what our girls like to photograph.
A little bit of sunlight
A little bit of sunlight can really make the everyday beautiful.
Not ready to go home
Here she stood, after her gymnastics class ended, not ready for the excitement to end, and clearly not ready to go home. 
She and I stayed for another hour to watch the team practice, both of us admiring the talent and grace of the gymnasts. As we watched, we talked, shared, laughed, and dreamed together.
These moments of connection are precious; I realized that I was not ready to go home either.
keep opening doors 