A year ago, they were learning the art of gentle loving and forehead kisses; now, they’re masters at the art of making baby giggle and distracting their tiny sister from the wails and cries by smothering her in love with hugs and kisses. Somethings just never do change, do they? I wonder – ultimately – if they ever will. See how the older sisters are doting in absolute adoration of their baby sister? From personal experience, that delighted affection doesn’t subside with time; in fact, time and distance might even make it more pronounced than ever.
Right now, for Savannah and Natalie and Madison, they are playing peek-a-boo and blowing bubbles and sharing hugs and memories through the boo-boos and the spiders and the I-want-my-bottle traumas. In high school, they will be sharing fashion tips and giggling through crushes and crying together when the crush isn’t reciprocated. In their twenties, as friends-only-sisters-can-be, phone calls and emails will define that bond and the tears will be a little heavier than defined childhood owies and the teenage crushes.
But here they start: forging the bond that could be tighter than any other despite the childhood quabbles, stronger because of the shared experiences, and more joyful in the delight of it all.
Happy sister-celebration-day, a holiday of my own declaration in honor of my own sister and in celebration of Savannah-Natalie-Madison and the sister-bond that is flourishing.
Zeke and Meagan created a sailboat out of a canoe. I think that pretty much sums them up. Completely. The ability to take a good thing and make it better is grossly undervalued. The willingness to make the effort toward excellence is priceless. And necessary. They are moving to Papua New Guinea, hopefully soon, but…
Maternity photos by the light of a full moon isn’t an simple undertaking. The photos don’t show the threat of desert wildlife behind every cactus. The photos don’t showcase the wounds from wrestling a bush of thorns in the dark. The viewer doesn’t see stains from rolling around on the desert ground or hear the…
Over the river, through the woods, past the ocean bay, along a stretch land barely wider than the road, and almost into the ocean at the end of the Spit. We stumbled out of our vehicles– all seven from their van, one me from my Civic, and one Grandma from her car – and started…
Once there was a little girl with a very big heart. Not just a big red balloon heart, though. Her heart loves to laugh at silly faces and goofy noises and never-ending games of peek-a-boo. She says so many things, and sometimes she uses sign language to fill in the gaps. Oh, and she’s cute….
Each step had to be careful, deliberate. Slow movement was the only movement. By all appearances, the river had been covering our pathway not too long before we’d arrived and our shoes held the mud to prove it. Step. Ssssssluhzs. Step. Ssssssluhzs. The mud-meet-shoe made a sucking/slurping/popping/mucous-blowing sound. Step. Ssssssluhzs. Step. Ssssssluhzs. But the mud…
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As i told you in email…..If your goal was to make me cry, then you were successful. Jennifer, these photos and this blog touched my heart..To pick up on the bond my girls share forever was the sweetest..Thank you for your time and energy with my family…Until next time….:)
As i told you in email…..If your goal was to make me cry, then you were successful. Jennifer, these photos and this blog touched my heart..To pick up on the bond my girls share forever was the sweetest..Thank you for your time and energy with my family…Until next time….:)
Love this photoshoot! Their outfits are just adorable!