old photos and the now.
Does anyone else adore the flash-backs in movies and shows? I'm slightly obsessed with back-story, even my own.
Sometimes I get caught up looking through old photos and I discover (or rediscover) such tender mercies. What a marvelous thing it is that we start out so little, and get to be so grown-up. I love that we take our turns in each stage of life, hopefully enjoying what little time we have in that phase as we gradually move on.
What a sweet thing it is to look at our children and know that they came from us. I love noting the boys' deep, brown eyes, freckles, scrawny build or familiar chin. And what a sweet thing it is to see my lover's features in our babies, wherever his genes stepped in. The combination is perfect. I couldn't have designed them to be so perfect.
Sometimes I get caught up looking through old photos and I discover (or rediscover) the child I was. Then I laugh, because, for example, I had forgotten my deep love for Johnathan Taylor Thomas (or JTT, as you fellow fanatics will remember).
I see so many things that have changed (the fashions) and so many things that haven't (my generally free spirit and confidence- even slight cockiness). I love where I came from.
Sometimes I get caught up looking through old photos and I discover (or rediscover) how much I want my baby to be outside of my belly, not in it. I fall in love with my former freedom of movement and covet, horribly, the free me from not-so-long ago.
That's about when I need to stop looking at old photos.
"Learn from the past, prepare for the future, live in the present." -President Thomas S. Monson
Well, I've lived a full life to this point. I've got plenty of dreams to achieve, looking forward. And my present... I wouldn't want to wish away this dear, and oh, so brief season of largeness-for-the-sake-of-baby.
Things were lovely. They will be lovely. And they are pretty darn lovely now.
Sometimes I get caught up looking through old photos and I discover (or rediscover) such tender mercies. What a marvelous thing it is that we start out so little, and get to be so grown-up. I love that we take our turns in each stage of life, hopefully enjoying what little time we have in that phase as we gradually move on.
What a sweet thing it is to look at our children and know that they came from us. I love noting the boys' deep, brown eyes, freckles, scrawny build or familiar chin. And what a sweet thing it is to see my lover's features in our babies, wherever his genes stepped in. The combination is perfect. I couldn't have designed them to be so perfect.
Sometimes I get caught up looking through old photos and I discover (or rediscover) the child I was. Then I laugh, because, for example, I had forgotten my deep love for Johnathan Taylor Thomas (or JTT, as you fellow fanatics will remember).
I see so many things that have changed (the fashions) and so many things that haven't (my generally free spirit and confidence- even slight cockiness). I love where I came from.
Sometimes I get caught up looking through old photos and I discover (or rediscover) how much I want my baby to be outside of my belly, not in it. I fall in love with my former freedom of movement and covet, horribly, the free me from not-so-long ago.
That's about when I need to stop looking at old photos.
"Learn from the past, prepare for the future, live in the present." -President Thomas S. Monson
Well, I've lived a full life to this point. I've got plenty of dreams to achieve, looking forward. And my present... I wouldn't want to wish away this dear, and oh, so brief season of largeness-for-the-sake-of-baby.
Things were lovely. They will be lovely. And they are pretty darn lovely now.
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