sunday stills. photo 47
A single photo once a week.
To capture my emotions, to sum up the days.
To collect my thoughts and hold them in my hands.
Every Sunday, one photo.
On this Sunday: If you turn your head, these two may just help themselves to the ice cream bin in the restaurant kitchen. Smart little kids.
Part of our sunday tradition is taking a family trip to the restaurant. While Jon makes his rounds and catches up on work, the kids and I run free and wild. An old empty restaurant is the ideal location for hide and seek or a game of tag. This sunday we made up a new one "chase the turkey" which turned into a chaotic round of running.
But this chaos brings me happiness.
When I turned me head for a second, the boys quickly grabbed a bowl and dipped their hands into the ice cream bin. I can't say no when they hand me a mound of vanilla ice cream and ask for milkshakes. I know the work it takes to scoop that frozen goodness. I know how hard they worked. I know their determination.
So we sipped our chocolate milkshakes topped with a towering mass of whipped cream while snow briskly lingered in the air outside.