Line & light

It’s far too rare a sight! We don’t take many pictures together. Most of our moments are in the cracks of sunlight that bookend a day. They are in the early morning, sleepy goodbye. And the hectic hello of evening routine; the drawing of bedtime bath water and the making of dinner, while the last tiny fragments of daylight are ebbing.

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Our eyes often meet in the middle of dark night when a baby starts to cry. But seldom do they meet the flash of a camera.

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In instances such as the one seen here, we are fully present. The light is dim and the world is distant. We fully experience it. It’s held dearly in the place where memories breathe. But it often goes undocumented. There is no physical piece to hold and say “Remember when…”.

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I want us to try to capture it more. Not that it be cheapened or remove us from feeling it as it happens. But to look back and remember the slivers of time that we found in this season. I want there to be something for the boys to hold when they want to see the youth and love between us. Or when they need to see the faces they miss.

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There’s something to that isn’t there? A beloved tactile memory. A vision of a small place in time.

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And though the love is not any more real or present in this snapshot as it is when we are standing in piles of laundry and bills, smiling across the room at the magnificent mess of it all; it warms me from the inside out when I see it. Because I don’t see anything else. Just you. Just us. Just one moment in a lifetime of love that we thought to mark in light and line. ✨