Fall is here and it’s glorious.
2012 has been hard. Like the kind of year that you have to consciously remind yourself to pray about your anxiety, take deep breaths, and resist the urge to give in to the stress.
Life is hard. And stressful. And beautiful.
And even though we are acutely aware of how much we have to be thankful for, 2012 has been the most difficult year for us to date. In many ways: business stress, financial stress, relational stress (several friends going through very difficult circumstances).
I am thankful to have two wonderful girls and a husband who loves me (and I, him). I don’t want to imply that everything is falling apart. We’ve had great days, we’ve had lots of laughter and love and hugs and kisses. But we’ve also had more weighty, burdensome days than ever before. We’ve had to pray with more faith and strive for more consistency than ever before. I’ve had to let go of many, many things that I would like to have, or things that I would like to fix around the house, or time that I wanted to be my own. I’ve struggled with how to be a genuine friend, how to be a helpful wife and business partner, how to prayerfully consider homeschooling Alana without having a heart attack. I pray that I am doing all of this with grace and not resentment. With contentment and not complaining. With faith and not panic. I pray that God is taking the person that I am and allowing me to be shaped into who He wants me to be. And isn’t it true that this kind of maturity is usually born through adversity?
Sometimes when things are rough, the happy days seem to glow even brighter. One bright spot for me is spending time with my girls. Yes, some days with them are more challenging than others, but I am so thankful that we have each other. I am so thankful for their sweet, amazing personalities and their laughter, their love, and their passion for life. I am thankful to be home with them, even though it means that I begin working when they go to bed. I wouldn’t trade these days with my girls.
I used to have the time and energy to take photos of Alana “just because” and post the photos on my blog. Now those times are few and far between and as a result, Sierra is a much less-often photographed babe. And my blog from the past year is rather sparse. But today (and this gorgeous fall weather has a lot to do with it), I decided to grab the “good camera” and take some photos of the girls just hanging out. No special occasion…just being together in the yard. Capturing moments, and cuteness. And taking photos of Sierra, my hilarious 21-month-old, wearing the exact same dress, tights, and boots as Alana in this blog post. (And hopefully my photos have improved from all of those annoying slanted/tilted photos that I used to think were “artistic.” Whew, looking back at those is rough).
And man oh man is it AWESOME to have all these clothes for Sierra to grow into that Alana wore (this same time of year) 3 years ago!
And thank you, babe, for grabbing these images of me and the girls…even though you were only outside to clean out the garbage cans 🙂 I appreciate you!