Have you ever been extremely tired and as a result balanced on the edge of delirium?
Everything seemed funny?! A sort of merry intoxication?! Not sure if that was exactly the case but things were certainly hilarious at the time we took the pictures! It was probably more the case for us than our daughter as we are adamant keepers of her bedtime. It was nearing the end of a long day of activities, traveling here and there and there and there (we ended up at Wal-Mart hunting for tulips and decided to take a rest in the Garden Center). If you live in Atlanta or ever visited, you know once you leave the city or pull out of your garage from any starting point, almost every destination is 20 minutes away from where you are. This means we spend a lot of time in our vehicle. It often feels like a road trip except packing is not required – except for our daughter, of course. Our unyielding fear of a juice, milk, ice cream, homemade applesauce with fresh blueberries, french fries with ketchup or water spillage has turned us into obsessive packers no matter where we go. After all, we will be 20 minutes away from home.
I must say it is always wonderful spending time together. You are not able to see my husband, the photographer, laughing along with us. He is a great man with wonderful qualities and attains to improve his character every day – and is the amazing cook of our home! Our daughter is superbly intelligent, has a tremendously mature perspective of the world and has a growing sense of humor which has already developed past her age. And I, well, I am simply thrilled to know and love them both.
Has your child ever been in the back seat of your car and if you did not know better you would believe an adult was back there? This happens from time to time and my husband and I look at each other and then look into the back seat as if there is the possibility there will be an adult strapped into a booster seat. We have become accustomed to her mature mind; however, there are times when we are reminded that she is still in need of a mommy hug or daddy hug, still reaches for our hands to cross the street and still requires a bedtime story. Those are the times we relax, feel at ease and ecstatically happy because we know there are many more years left to uncontrollably hug and kiss her little self. We are still her life teachers and she is still just a kid!
Family is a great structure, a necessary group to be a part of and the roots from which we grow. With each other we can be ourselves.
Even on the edge of delirium!
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