I’m in a wistful mood. Nostalgic. Teary. Reflective.
I lost a loved one today. It makes me want to hold onto my babies a little tighter, linger over beauty a bit longer, and enjoy the blessings I have been entrusted with.
Like antiqueing with my husband in Carlsbad on a surprise getaway.
Or snapping this shot of my friend Keri in her Halloween costume. (Seriously, she got this at Target and I am in awe. She looks like a regal princess)
Like finding just the right pumpkin.
And celebrating the best thirteen years of my life with my cherished boy.
Like stopping on the side of a busy road to smell the flowers and look at a bug.
Or watching a beautiful bride float down the aisle toward her beloved.
And then taking a picture with her so I can remember how much it moved me.
Like my first-baby girl turning into a young-woman, despite me wanting to keep her locked in a castle far away from all the ogres, and dragons and eager suitors.
And I’m not even ready to acknowledge how fast the baby is growing up. (Amazing block skills for a 1 yr old, right?)
And then there is romance.
Like my husband who still courts me, despite the busyness of life.
And my Father in heaven who pursues me with His relentless love.
Today I am wistful. Nostalgic. Teary. Reflective.
And most of all Blessed.
