Today’s skies were a bit drizzly but also on point for a quick fall photo session. This season is always crazy with seniors but today’s subject … well, he’s just my favorite. Continue reading
Am I smarter than a fifth grader?
Ugh. Boo. Wouaaa wouaaa wu wu wouaaaaaaaaaa. (that’s a long, drawn-out baby cry, obvs).
He’s just my favorite. And to be clear, little ladies around the age of ten … despite what you might gather from his inviting eyes and sweet half-smile, he is 100% unavailable for at least the next sixteen years. Kthxbye.
These two. Celebrating five (five?!) years of friendship and a tenth birthday.
Last we left things, we’d hit the water. I just can’t talk about it without getting all nostalgic … which I think takes at least three months so I’m actually right on time. #amiright? Continue reading
I swear on all that is holy we’ll be done talking about two-month old vacations before 2016. But really, when you enjoy something so much, why stop talking about it? Like ever, you know?
There are so many different ways to frame up this little audio clip. And if you don’t have smart enough tools to give it a listen, well, I’m just sorry in advance.
The one specific quote that continually sticks out for me is when CJ is in the midst of his story and he says, ‘Again, like I always do … I went for honor and glory.’
Holy.cow. How many times have I let the fear of going for the long shot stop me? And yet, my nine (almost ten?!) year-old doesn’t hesitate. Like he always does. Because he really wants it. It’s so easy. #amiright?
And how true is that for you? What’s your honor and glory shot? What would it take for you to just step out in faith and see where you land? I literally just saw someone post this quote from Erin Hanson:
“What if I fall? Oh,but my darling,what if you fly?”
Find that child-like faith within yourself and just dare to fly. I know it’s advice I have to give myself con.stant.ly. And there is a LOT (like, a lot) to be afraid of. But just what if? What if we make the shot?
And imagine, if you take and make that shot as Connor did, you, too, could go home with your very own … stuffed bat.
Disclaimer: He totally knew I was recording him and I totally sound like a dork. But, he was that excited and I really do think he’s simply amazing.
It may be mid-March, but I’ve been thinking about this post for a while now and doggoneit, I’ve got to just get it out there. It’s been burning a hole in my pocket. Or something like that. Continue reading
I missed #tbt, or Throwback Thursday for those of you who aren’t hip to the kids’ lingo these days, by about twenty minutes and I don’t think you can be late for hash-tagged events. Right? I mean, then it would be all #laterblog and no one even knows what that means. Right?! Besides, at the time, I wasn’t alert enough to enjoy a walk down memory lane. But now? Because it’s Friday. Because I can’t read another.stinking.email this week. And because I cried in the card aisle at Target earlier, I walk. Continue reading