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I believe in laughter... I believe in warm summer nights... I believe in the miracle of life... I believe in running barefoot chasing lightnin bugs... I believe in toothless giggles, and messy hair... I believe childhood is magical... I believe life is beautiful... I believe you can never have too many pictures... I believe in capturing life... I believe pictures should tell stories... -YOUR STORY-

Photo of me & my babies taken by the talented Rachel May.

kids were here June edition

I’ve wanted to do something like this for some time now.  It seems the loved bunny “Daisy” always makes it into my kids were here posts…. so this month I only captured her.  She has been a constant for Addi…  She’s been pooped on… drug through mud & quieted restless nights.  She’s visited the ocean….. been on bike rides & taken many a spins in the washing machine.  She’s been camping… caught tears….. & chased lightnin’ bugs.  I dont know how much longer she’ll be needed…. for one day I know she’ll be left behind.  Truthfully I wish I could have captured her more this past month but she is rarely away from Addi’s side.  I hope to make a book for Addi with all the images I’ve taken of Daisy through the years…… so she’ll always know & remember who her first best friend was.

Kids were here May edition

“These still life images serve as a daily reminder that my days are awash in chaos, whimsy, laughter and laundry (sometimes all at once). They capture toys and spills and puddles and piles. Sentimental, solitary moments of childhood ephemera. A gentle prodding to live in the now and stop looking toward the “then.” And though sometimes I pray for clean and quiet and still, I know all too well it will come. And I will yearn for tiny shrieks of laughter in my bedroom. For toys and loveys strewn about. For signs of a daily life well lived. For traces of my babies who once were. For reminders that Kids Were Here–and they were life and light and love.” – Stephanie Beaty

Be sure to visit the Kids Were Here site to see all the other awesome images captured this month.

Kids were here

We were here.  We were happy.  Our laughter filled the halls.  Our little feet brought in mud & we left fingerprints on the walls.  We leave pieces of ourselves here & there.  Dont overlook them….. dont lose your patience.  Try to find the beauty in our little messes …… for one day your house will remain clean & we’ll be gone. |KIDS WERE HERE|

We are a group of passionate photographers who are setting out to document details of evidence that Kids Were Here. It is a fabulous idea introduced by the very talented and creative Ketti Photography.  To see the entries of everyone please visit our blog:

Letters to our children

little red-

I always say you are the surprise I never knew I needed so badly.  KK was in school & Trey man was getting ready to start that next fall.  I worried b/c I just didnt know what I would do… I had been taking care of kids for so long that the thought of not having a little one at home with me during the day bothered me.  Then came you.  You loved me from the very first moments of your life.  Even as a baby you would look at me with this look… like I was the most amazing thing.  To this day you still make me feel like the most loved person alive.  The way you’ll stare at me… & take your hand and stroke my cheek.  How to tell me “I just love you too much mom”.  I really think you were sent just for me…. at a time in my life where I would have spent most of my days missing childhood… those days were now filled with the most joyous presence.  You.  I have found I’m more patient with you…….. I cherish things now I would have once overlooked.  I’ve soaked you in….. for I know now how fast childhood passes.  How tomorrow… you wont be just like you were today.  Tomorrow you might have a new favorite color… or a new favorite stuffed animal.  I watch you… I capture you.  My love for you is so strong that at times I feel my heart will burst out of my chest.  Thank you for loving me…. for letting me enjoy childhood again.  For making me feel like the most amazing person on earth.  The truth is… I just love you too much.  My sweet little red.

You will never have this day with your children again.
Tomorrow, they will be a little older then they were today.
This day is a gift, breathe and notice, smell and touch them;
study their face and little feet and pay attention.
Enjoy today Momma, it will be over before you know it!
-Jen Hatmaker

Now… go check out the AMAZING Summer Murdocks letter to her children this month.

letters to my children

to my not so little… little boy,

The moment you were born the dr immediately laid you on my chest & I started to cry….. there you were… my little boy looking up at me.   I wiped you clean while you let out your first cries….. with your arms flailing about.  I was now a mother of two….its amazing how you fall in love all over again.. time after time.  The next few days I spent with you in the hospital… taking you all in…..  putting your paci back in your mouth every time it fell out b/c you were instantly attached to it.  The day we brought you home I laid on the couch with you and a overwhelming sense of sadness came over me…. I wanted you to stay just like that.  I knew how fast time would go by….. how fast you would grow up.  How you’d soon let out your first laugh…. you’d learn to crawl way before I was ready……& how I’d be chasing you all over before long.  I smelled you…. consumed you… in all your newborness.   The sad thing is… I was right… you did.    The day you started kindergarten I stood in the hallway watching you take your place in that big classroom…. and I started to cry.   I didn’t want you to see me… but you turned around and saw me & came running back out of the class.  Oh how I didn’t want to let you go…..& oh how you longed to stay.  That seemed like yesterday…. and now you’re 9.5.  My little big boy….. with never ending energy.  You’re my defiant child.  When you run through the house I still see my little boy with his diaper sagging down…. dancing in front of the tv with the paci in your mouth.  Playing out back in the dirt with your tractors…. & standing at the patio doors crying the first time I ever left you with daddy alone.  No matter how big you get…. how much you change ….I’ll always see that little boy looking back at me.

Now go check out Carey Pace to see her letter this month.