Driving our two oldest (aka The Bigs) to school this morning.
More conversation than usual.
Palpable excitement.
Fridays will do that.
We chat about reading books.
Bookmarks.
What we use to mark the page.
Whether we (gasp) bend the page.
Sometimes it’s my business card I say.
Liam jokes…because you like to see yourself.
I smile.
Maybe, sometimes I do.
It’s not a photo.
Just some simple text.
Talking about the business card makes me think about my shuttered photography business.
We start talking about my website, thewairehouse.com , and how some of their classmates are finding it…asking questions, etc.
It still exists even though I’m no longer in business.
The blog continuing to serve as a diary of sorts.
It makes me wonder what people think when they visit it now.
I can’t part with it.
It’s a part of me.
Perhaps the heart of my story.
Nothing crazy or flashy or mind blowing or earth shattering.
Ordinary stuff.
Maybe that’s it — what I want people to see and realize (within their own worlds).
What I continue to circle back to time and time again.
What I mentioned to The Bigs as we drove along to school this morning with a little tear in my eye…because being there with them, in that moment, meant the world to me.
The everyday is everything.
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