“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2014.”
Keller: Our house is in a shambles these days. For those of you who think my house is always clean, you need to come over. We have stacks of boxes, deconstructed curtain rods, and piles ready to be sent off to Goodwill all over the house. We are no strangers to moving, but this is the first time we’ve done it with a three-year-old boy who wants to take every piece of hardware and use it as a sword. Or a magnifying glass.
Shiloh: I look at her and see Steven. And all of his aunts. She has the deepest brown eyes, the daintiest lips, the cutest dimples, and the sweetest heart. She tells everybody that “We’re moving to Soufff Carolina!” like she’s so proud to move back to her roots.
Ems: Watching her daddy break down the trampoline in the backyard, box it up, and bring it in before the ice storm hit. She has been so concerned lately with the logistics of packing up and moving and tells me we can’t move yet because it’s not all done. Her favorite thing to do is help me tape up the boxes and label them. I credit her for being more organized and on top of it than I’ve ever been in the last 8 moves – I can’t tell you how much joy it brings me to have a little partner. Can you be friends with your 5-year-old?! I think so.
P.S. Wanted to mention that I’ve been slowing the blog down a bit lately, but you’ve probably noticed by now! I have a new design for this space on the edge of getting revealed, a bonafied photography website in the works (finally!), a cross country move next week, renovation plans for our house underway, some big photography work being closed up next week, and yet I find myself at a loss for words. It’s ironic that the times in my life when I have the most going on, the less I feel like sharing it all. Or maybe it’s this weather. Either way, please bear with me.