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.
Over the past few months, we have known that our dear friends would soon be moving out of state. Simultaneously feeling excited for them on their new adventure and feeling the great loss their absence will create in our lives, I have found the need to document as much of our time together as possible.
What I will share below, are photos of the girls’ last morning together while working on a film project.
They began with a dance scene,
There was a lot of planning,
I enjoyed watching the director’s vision take shape
Although you are moving far away, we will always be with you in your hearts. We wish you the best of luck on your new adventure and look forward to sharing more stories, continuing our friendship, and to creating more memories (and to seeing the completed movie!).
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.
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.
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.