I've seen families weather any storm. I've seen families that are storms of their own :) What do they all have in common? At their core, baked inside, there's a quiet calm of fierce, protective love.
In the spaces in between...
In the spaces in between, families invite me in. They open a window into their world and allow me to pull up a chair alongside them and soak in the life they know and love. In return, I show them what it looks and feels like to be there. I walk away holding on to their energy for as long as I can...grateful, refueled and appreciative. There’s a shelf life in all of this.
In the mix...
He caught his reflection in a bowl and when he saw himself amongst it all it took him by surprise. He was overcome with a feeling of fullness. He was an essential ingredient in the mix. And when he looked up…everything, everywhere held similar magic.
One sunny morning...
Yesterday...
Birthday pie. Easter egg shenanigans. Another page in the story. Another fantastic, crazy blur...
