I live for these beautiful, ordinary moments.
Nestled in my bed are two precious angels: my daughter and son. They are curled up in sunlight and blankets, their golden hair wild on the pillows. Tangled strands lay across my little girl’s cheek. I gently brush them aside holding my breath, watching her eyelids flicker with dreams. I don’t want to wake her.
I pull the blankets up just a little and tuck them in at my son’s shoulders. He stirs and lets out a cough. He is still asleep. I stare at his eyelashes, they are incredibly long, black and perfect. Not at all like mine. He looks so peaceful right now.
I am filled with more love than I ever thought possible. I want to remember this moment always.
"There is nothing worse than a waste of talent." 20 years later my best friend's father's words still haunt me. I do not want to disappoint.
Winter holds on in northern New England. I crave the sun's warmth. Wanderlust has brought me to this abandoned building. It's quiet except for the wind whistling.
A Thanksgiving walk with family in rural Wisconsin.
Good ol' Disgusta, Maine. Headed to Hallowell for lots of festivities for Old Hallowell Day!