Accept that things can (and will) get messy...
...and there will be plenty of fun in between.
That last summer snuggle...
Multi-day Celebration...
17...
Today she’s 17.
It’s raining.
She slept thru her alarm.
Down the stairs.
A quick hug and ‘Happy Birthday’.
Then off to school she went.
No photos — maybe later.
Me, just soaking her in.
Here we are.
Last year of high school.
Driving.
Boyfriend.
College on the horizon.
All of the things.
At once.
Poof!
Seems like overnight.
Me, just soaking her in.
This is the way.
Here we are.
I’m full.
Glassy-eyed.
Excited for all that’s to come…
…but in no rush.
Throwing out my anchor — staying here awhile.
Best chapter yet.
Sometimes things line up...
Sometimes things line up...
...and we know they don't all the time.
So yes, I'll make this frame...
...or do that thing.
Again.
Every time.
Every day.
...because there's a shelf life in all of this.
