I can never get over how angelic children look when they sleep. I think it is the closest I could ever get back to that moment when they are born when I realize God made mine just for me. That they are blank canvases waiting to become the person they are and that I am responsible for so much of that person. It all hits me again as I watch and wander what they are dreaming of. I love that feeling.
Of course I love when they wake up too and that blank "I just woke up" stare.
It never takes Keats long to break into a smile after waking up though.
A different day but same messy hair <3
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I am a 27 year old wife, friend, and mother. I am a take it one day at a time kinda gal. I love to have fun and capture memories. I believe that a positive attitude makes a postive life so have a great day and enjoy my blog :) Thank you for looking and taking an interest.
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You have a way with words! I love how your wrote this about them being blank canvases. Very poetic and so true! Wonderful words and great captures here as well!
Oh that first and last one made my heart literally melt. SWEET captures. I love your commentary too.
Sigh.... Thanks, Bobbi, I needed that. A day with a good Keats fix is a GOOD day. That first photo just made my heart melt...
How sweet - love your words and photos!
Beautiful post. I miss have little ones. (Not that I want to start over!)
What a sweet chronology and journal of your little fella. Children are so amazing.
These are adorable! I love your journaling with these, and the b&w processing is spectacular! That is such a cute photo with the handful of action toys. *sigh*. . . I miss those days! Hey, Bobbi, I'll put in a good word to Santa for you for that not-a-Nikon camera!
SO cute! love the little bedhead!
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