A little bit of sunlight can really make the everyday beautiful.
Tag: hands
Family books
Earlier this week, we were surprised to learn that five eagerly awaited boxes from France arrived and were waiting for pick up at the post office. My husband dashed out the door to pick up the boxes and was back home surprisingly fast.
Knowing the boxes were filled with old family books, we carefully opened them, one by one,
making sure each book was removed gently.
We took time to admire the textures, patterns,
vibrant colors,
to read the inscriptions,
and to explore their pages.
All of the books were written in French, and the girls were curious to know more about the contents of each book. Thankfully, my husband reads and speaks French, so he was able to elaborate.
After the books were all unpacked and the girls went off to play, I remained close by with my camera. In the quiet, I watched my husband explore the books,
often smiling as he read more of the inscriptions. I imagined him establishing a deeper connection to some of his relatives from generations past.
We are so fortunate to have such rich family history to pass down through our family.
Morning trumpet practice
She started the morning off with a little trumpet practice yesterday.
Pausing
Pausing to quietly search for the right word. Her poem is almost finished.
Precision
I spent some time in the bakery today, taking in the aroma of baking breads, the laughter, and swirl of activity.
In this moment, as I watched her measure, weigh, and mix, I was drawn her delicate hands; I appreciated the precision of her work.
Favorite Photo Friday: Creating in the morning
Some mornings, we have the luxury of having extra time to create. Our girls love to write, draw, design, and build. I love to capture these moments as they unfold, revealing and creating a story of my own in the process.
Storytelling: Hands
Quite often, it is the little details that catch my attention and inspire me to take photos.
I am drawn to people’s hands; they show playfulness,
express love,
and connection; 
hands can reveal our courage, excitement, and
the pride we feel in a job well done.
Favorite Photo Friday: Bocce Ball
Recently, I was fortunate to discover a group of old friends playing bocce ball in the park. They have been playing together for years, and truly enjoy the game and each other’s company.
I sat back and enjoyed their friendship and laughter.
keep opening doors 