Friday, November 8, 2013

Telling Our Story

I've been thinking about the story I want to tell in this space*, thinking about why I come here and what my goal is.
I have a story I want to tell, and although it isn't unique or incredibly special, it is ours. It's the story of my growing children and my smart husband. It's the story of friendship and lots of family. It's the story lived on the water's edge and filled with small parties. It's the story of weeknight dinners and Sunday School. It's the story of looking for joy and cultivating gratitude.
It's the story of a little boy taking his first steps on wobbly legs.

It's the story of a bigger little boy who helps his mama make dinner.

It's the story of a little girl who spends hours filling pages with words and pictures and a whole lot of imagination.

This past year my quasi-mantra has been from third favorite president, Teddy Rooselvelt "Comparison is the thief of joy."I realized that I spent far too much time comparing myself and my children and my life to beautiful, inspiring images, and it felt like it was robbing me of joy. Comparison will get me every time.
What brings me joy is finding moments and clumsily capturing them with a lens or with a few words, and taking the moment to be grateful for the life we have: the friends, the house, the pictures on the wall, the table set for dinner, the little hands folded in prayer. This is our story and telling it brings me joy, comparisons be damned.

*playing off some of these thoughts


  1. it sounds like you have a good perspective on things and hopefully blogging becomes enjoyable again for you. Blogs are small snippets of people`s lives, you can never really know what`s going on behind the scenes. I think the Rooselvelt quote is a good one to live by.

  2. Amen. I miss capturing our life and history. I think I will just start back today.

    1. I hope you do. I loved discovering you and your family.