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I’m really excited and honored to be part of this blog circle.
On the 20th of each month I will be part of a circle of fellow mothers and photographers in a blog post entitled ‘LETTERS TO OUR CHILDREN’.
From here just visit the blog of Alison Bents Photography and keep following the circle round back to me.

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In the morning, I am usually woken up by the sound of quiet knocking and an even quieter voice, calling “Elle? Elle!” It is Brynn and she is up for the day and as a result everyone else must be up for the day. Elle opens her door, they share a giggle.

They run down the hallway to my room where I am pretending to still be asleep. They poke me. I roll over to see their big eyes and fuzzy hair filled with morning sun from the windows. They scamper off to the living room. I stare at the ceiling, mentally preparing myself for the day. When you have two girls who are 3 and 4, once your feet hit floor your day moves forward and does not stop until bedtime stories are read, heads are kissed and doors are closed. I plan it out.

I lay there thinking and listening to them giggle, whine and fight until the one with the littlest belly comes in and tugs my arm for me to start breakfast. I pull on my sweatshirt and follow her, hand in hand to the kitchen. I pass books on the floor, couch cushions already becoming a castle and hazardous, wheeled toys.

I sometimes wonder how my mornings will change in 20 years, when they are both gone. I will still wake up slowly, as that is my way. I will roll over and stare at the ceiling and I will think of them. What are they up to today? How did they sleep? Are they happy? I will pull on my sweatshirt and walk down the hall. It is clean and neat, the couch is put together. There is a heavy silence that clings to all parts of the house. I will pass the kitchen reach the first bedroom, a room that was once filled with a thousand stuffed animals, a spindle bed and magical blonde baby girl, who was my first.

I will walk on to the next bedroom, the walls, maybe still painted a cool mint color are covered in photos of the past. A vintage baby doll bed sits in the corner. I will lean my head against the door and close my eyes, remembering the sounds that once lived here. The high pitched laugh of a 2 year old. The hum of the nighttime sound machine. They will never live here again. And I know each morning, my heart will break, just a little.

So for now, I will face my days with gratitude as I know time, that has become nothing more than a speeding train since I became a mother, will take us all too quickly to the days of heavy quiet.

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  • I love reading your posts…this really hit home with me. One day all the craziness in the mornings will be gone so I need to really take them in and enjoy them while they last.ReplyCancel

  • Ah, such sisterly love in the images! Your letter is so sweet and really sums up the expression, “the days are long, but the years are short.”ReplyCancel

I’m really excited and honored to be part of this blog circle.
On the 20th of each month I will be part of a circle of fellow mothers and photographers in a blog post entitled ‘LETTERS TO OUR CHILDREN’.
From here just visit the blog of Jamie Coyle Photography and keep following the circle round back to me.

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Dear Girls,

When I was growing up, I was always outside. Shortly after my 8th birthday, my mom bought me a dog and he and I would spend our days in the woods behind my house. I had a special fort in a nook of a tree where I pretended to live among a fairy family. I would defend us all against the evil nettle plant by wacking them all down. I would run through the trails, my makeshift cape flowing behind me, my legs covered in scrapes, my hair wild and flop down in the middle of a small meadow and watch the tops of the trees sway.

That is what I knew about being a kid. I was a tomboy. When I found out I was pregnant, I assumed I would have boys since I was unsure on how to give a girl a “girly” childhood. Two girls later, you both are my best adventure partners. You bring me back to the wonders of childhood discovery. You are unlike me in that you both must always be wearing dresses, but that doesn’t stop you from picking up bugs, climbing trees, getting dirty and running fast with scraped up shins (and snagging dresses).

I have dreamed of your childhood being the greatest adventure and since your dad and I just built our house on acreage, all the pieces to achieve that childhood are in place. With great luck, I have two very well dressed but willing explorers to see that dream come true. My favorite view is watching both of you emerge from the woods wet, muddy and happy.

Here you are on recent adventures at the beach.

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  • Your girls are gorgeous! This is such a sweet letter! It is so funny how when we were younger we couldn’t envision life a certain way…then BOOM…you get what you least expect and it turns out to be absolutely perfect and not imagined any other way.ReplyCancel

  • Oh my! The light is gorgeous in these. I love that shot of the girls climbing the wood! Beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • Beautiful girls, and beautiful letter! I love the last image with the bug. Eeew! Your girl is brave!ReplyCancel

  • I really love this letter! Your girls are beautiful and the photos are amazing.ReplyCancel

  • These photos are GORGEOUS! Your girls are so sweet – and the perfect combo of girly and not-so-girly:) I hope that my little one has a little of both as well…ReplyCancel

  • Love love love!!! Your pictures are precious and the letter so sweet! Such a beautiful gift to your girls <3ReplyCancel