Just because I think Mondays need to start with a smile, here are a few Noah photos. I love how he is lined up with his two sweet cousins just like a big boy—although I have a suspicion that the straw is more of a prop than an actual usable drinking device. (By the way, Noah is now crawling! I got to see him on Skype the day he started.)
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Last week, a somber occurrence took place at the Smith House.
Sarah grew up.
Now I understand that growing up generally consists of a process– a process made up of life’s subtle shadings that shift slowly from moment to moment, year to year, and season to season. But not in this case. In this case, the growing up happened in just a matter of moments.
And just what could have possibly precipitated this remarkable and particular change? What was the mysterious tipping point that moved my darling daughter past childhood into adulthood?
As hard as it is may be to believe, Steve, Sarah and I slept soundly through most of the night– even right when the hurricane was at its worst. From what I can tell by Faceook posts from area friends, a lot of them were up almost all night so I’m grateful for a good night’s sleep in spite of the howling and the raging and the swirling going on outside our windows. (And thankfully, Summer did well with just one Calm Doggie Pill)
You know a hurricane has you in its sights when you see the following things . . .
The local hospital (where I had to go for blood work today due to elevated liver function) starts fastening shutters in place.
Okay, so here’s the deal.
Although I don’t want to inundate you with endless photos of Sarah’s graduation and our visiting family activities, I just can’t seem to help myself because I believe that pictures and memories are made to be shared! And so here are a few more pictures from that special week–I’ll call them front porch memories.
Sometimes we bloggers have a tendency to only post pictures our homes (and our families) when they’re at their loveliest so that other people will think we have it together. All the time.
Well, I don’t. (Have it together, that is)
And just to prove that point to you, here was the state of our bedroom a couple of days ago.