Yesterday at the water. Magic.
She whispered into the tops of their heads, brushing the hair out of their faces with her fingertips.
"Tomo mi mano," she sang, as they walked out into the sacred waters together.
I didn't look it up to translate. I didn't have to. The act of being held, of holding, is universal.
“We depend on nature not only for our physical survival.
We also need nature to show us the way home..."
(The first two images were the boy's Grandma's vision. She is a seriously incredible woman, and I am so blessed to spend my days learning from all of these amazing souls.)
These simple moments
the way they hold hands without even realizing it as they read together before bed
We are guests in their home, and tonight I had to stop and collect these tiny pockets of life with my camera because my heart was aching from how beautiful it all is.
Sometimes I hear people say, "I just really want the perfect family picture!" And I totally get it (no, really, I do) but I have to share these two images and just say: I had this brilliant idea that us jumping on the water trampoline together would make the best pictures EVER. And then I looked at them, and they were ALL a hot mess. At one point someone might have even gotten punched in the side of the head by accident.
(Can't believe I am even sharing them on here!)
But as imperfect and awful as they are, they make us all laugh so hard every single time we look at them (bahaha Poor Lily! Look at Braedon! Why is Mom doing karate in her own world?!); and they really ARE the perfect family picture because we are kind of a ridiculous bunch together.
I guess what I'm saying is, these pictures are nothing like I had imagined, but they are exactly what I needed and sometimes it's not about a perfectly pretty planned picture.
I can't wait for B and Lily to share these with their kids and belly laugh at them together, too...