“Mama, I’ll just take the picture in my mind.”
We were at our soon-to-be home tonight and as we moved some things into the garage until closing, my daughter ran and played in the yard. I yelled to my husband, “do you have your phone?” I didn’t have mine to take the photo and he didn’t have his readily available and was holding a huge box, so I just stopped, sat on the steps, and watched her play. My son stopped with me for a little and said that he would just take a photo in his mind.
His words really resonated with me, so I simply stopped what I was doing to watch her play even after he ran off to help his dad. I paused from the day’s work and just took it all in: her strawberry blonde curls bounced as she ran; her bluest eyes sparkled with delight–my dream come true right there in the front yard with the view of the mountains. She picked clovers and brought them back to me on the step, laughing and hugging me with pride each time only for her chubby little legs to run down again to the patch of flowery weeds. We played this game until she spotted a tiny, white butterfly and then, I watched her run and chase it. Continue Reading