I like to think that each year winter sings her song. She echoes it loudly to the top of the trees, to the edge of the forest and to the end of our snow piled driveway. Winter's song leaves its marks in the tiny footprints that dance across our white backyard, in the smoky scent of the fire that fills our house and in the warm little toes that hide under fleece blankets. Each winter has a song that becomes a story; a new set of memories that we add to our book of life.
This winter is no different, although our song sings to a slower beat. We're taking life one day at a time. We are embracing the small joys that are easily overlooked: a board game with the family, sled riding, hot teas by the fire, a book in mama's bed or long cuddles at night time.
“We are made to persist.
that's how we find out who we are.”
― Tobias Wolff
*This post is sponsored by FabKids and Jessica's dress and leggings are ℅ FabKids
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"In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality."
I want to remember the reality of their laughter as it mingled with ocean winds and singing sea gulls.
I want to remember the reality of what salty tidal air smelled like when it became entangled in your long blonde locks.
I want to remember the reality of soft sands sticking to little toes while leaving a trail throughout the house.
I want to remember the reality of dinners on the beach, long walks into the sunset and lazy days spent in a hammock with a child on my chest.
I waited for time to stand still, to resist the forceful winds and hold fast. As I waited silently, rooted in the cold wet sand, I could see the winter breeze fluttering across the crashing waves. Time was releasing before my tranquil eyes and no matter how hard I tried to raise my arms or grasp it with my fingers I was motionless; stagnant in my own loss of time. But in the distance I could feel, hear and see the memories scattered throughout the empty beach. Memories I knew I would collect quickly before they washed away, memories that would last a lifetime.
Sharing a few memories from this summer. I took tons and tons of photos, but I'm finally learning to select and share the ones I really love. I love these ones. Tomorrow, I'll share another round of beach photos that I hold near and dear to my heart. Nothing like ocean travels, even if it's in the form of photographs, in the middle of a snowy winter!