This is my third week of a photo-heavy post with snapshots of the imperfect beauty in my life. Like any normal week, there have been good and bad moments peppered together. But when I look at these shots, I am reminded of just HOW good the good are. The bad? Well, even that bad can help grow character…if I let it. That’s the key. Not always as easy as it sounds, but easier when I put them in perspective of these beautiful moments.
I don’t usually make it onto these because I’m never in the pictures. Oh, and it’s weird to call yourself beautiful, right? But I love this photo, despite the signs of aging, unruly eyebrows, smudgy makeup, and the faint splotchy-ness of pregnancy mask. But if I’m embracing the imperfect beauty in my life, I can embrace my own, right? Right. I also love the splash of light.
I love this little guy. Sawyer keeps finding these on neighborhood walks. Many of them “somehow” die when he’s holding them. Sigh. I’ve forbidden him from picking them up any more. This one got lucky and wasn’t loved to death, so I set him free on the back deck. (Where he was probably eaten by our recently released lizard. Circle of life, people.)
When I first moved to Texas, all I could see was the sky. It’s huge. Especially when you’re from a more hilly area with tall trees that obscure the sky. This photo captures only a fraction of the views here, but you get a good idea. I think I need to look up more.
We’ve been having a reptile-heavy few weeks. Sawyer and I spent time in Gator Country and loved this experience for him. I also lived a little vicariously because you KNOW that I’d love to be right there in the water with him.
Happiness blurred and a rare moment of stillness. (And believe me, it was only a moment.) Love this blur of motion with dimples and flowered dresses and messy hair and a language that’s all her own. Plus reading the same truck book over and over again and trying to see if I can get something to hold her hair back out of her face. Which doesn’t work, even when I try to model how fun bows are: How could she NOT want to wear bows when she sees this? In any case, I already know this isn’t a battle I’m going to pick. Especially since I didn’t like bows myself…until I had a daughter to put them on.
That’s a glimpse of the beauty in my week. How was your lovely, imperfect week?