My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Sunday, October 10, 2010


I’m sure you’ve noticed the increased quality of the pictures around here.  Jeff’s love for photography is growing every day.  I’m a little worried that it may one day take my place in his heart.


Yesterday we were sitting close together on the couch, having what I thought was a fairly deep conversation.

Very gently he took my chin in his hand and started tilting my face at different angles. (You don’t need to worry at this point that I’m going to get awkward and too personal, I promise.)   He was watching how the light and shadows changed on my nose!  Isn’t that romantic?

I got a good laugh out of it.


  1. No way you could be replaced. You've just got a great face for studying the light.