It's the little things that bring a smile to my face, my heart. Not new clothes or anything of the sort (truth be known, I am a terrible shopper when it comes to myself). Or home decoration (give me a bucket of paint, old furniture or fabric to refurbish).

But the little things ....

Pie's backwards 'n's every time she writes out her full name.
Newman (our cat) waiting for me each morning to snuggle and purr in my lap.
Bub's take on life.
Coffee.
The word "breafkist."
Twinkle lights that warm up the kitchen.
My old cozy red blanket.
Early morning chats with my husband.
Giggles.

Today I was inspired by a father and daughter that I don't really know, but got to know a bit while shooting the girl's senior portraits. He was a doting father, looked after her, held her coat and slipped it over her shoulders after each shot. She was just as attentive towards her dad, holding on to his arm as we walked, laughing and chatting the whole time. But it was more than that. In booking the job, the father spoke of doing what was right for his daughter, his first to graduate. He wanted the perfect day, perfect time of day, perfect location that suited her. I want the perfect fit for all my clients, but this dad stood out tome, by going above and beyond to make it all perfect. And it was something he said to the effect of remembering the day she was born and that she would always be his baby.

I'm not there yet. My kiddos are still little. I guess all babies grow up ... but they will always be someones' baby, no matter what age they are and what time brings. I will forever look up to my mom, for truth, for inspiration, for comfort. There is something nice when we go to my parents house ... a peaceful feeling ... the feeling of home. A place where we are all taking care of. Love. I pray to be the same for my own children. Sure, the role of a mother changes as the years pass, but it's one I desire is ever present and stable in their lives.

The shoot was beautiful ... lovely images, lovely people ... a conviction in my own heart.

The evening is now peaceful ... children relaxed, the smell of cookies in the oven.
I am thankful ... Good night ...