Finally, it's a quiet night. Well, quiet for a Friday night. Bub has two close friends over (both who basically live at our house :). So the three of them and Pie are playing and chatting. Their conversations are fun to listen as we're all sitting in the living room.
I have had so much on my heart. Yet haven't found the time to sit and write.
Fall is officially here. I love this time of year. The cool mornings, chilly evenings. A nice change. We're finally getting into the school schedule once again. There's excitement, enthusiasm and hints of hesitation .... 1st grade for Pie brings a mix of emotions and Bub is adjusting to middle school.
Having both children in school has definitely been a change for me. I miss them. I see young moms walking with their toddlers or playing at the park .... and I miss that. That is a stage hat is over for me. One that I will always cherish. But I like where we are. Being part of their growth is amazing, and sometimes a little scary.
I certainly don't have all the answers, in fact, not even close. Sometimes I even feel clueless. I turn to prayer. I constantly pray for wisdom .... I constantly pray for grace .... I constantly pray for my kiddos, their hearts, their character, their walk.
I recently started a moms' Bible study .... a realm of topics ranging from being a loving, merciful parent, to parental authority and standing firm in our Christian beliefs, not being swayed by the world.
I had my own experience with Bub. It was his first school dance. He never showed interest so we never talked about it. Until the evening of and his friends wanted him to go. He declined until it had already started. He came to me. He wanted to see what it was like. My first thought was no (it's of the world) but at the same time I felt he needed to see for himself, not just have me say no. I let him go. I questioned myself .... Yet within about 30 minutes, Bub got a hold of me, asking me to pick him up. We did. He decided it wasn't for him and didn't care to go again.
As children grow up they have to be able to make decisions for themselves, right decisions. They need to be able to understand situations and evaluate them. If parents make decisions for them, how can children learn? Just saying no (as a parent) can create things that are taboo, and to me, not allowing children to grow and know how to make proper decisions.
The Lord says one of the greatest joys is to hear that his children are walking righteously. I desire that for my children. A righteous Christian walk in the world that we live in.
While the children have been in school I have found myself more busy than ever. I recently started photographing a clothing line, Dutch Wear, for Dutch Bros. It was been a whirlwind.
Definitely a prayer answered. I started praying over a year ago for growth in my business (with the idea of clothing lines and studio spaces) as both kids started school full time. Truly, both prayers were answered in just the right timing.
So, I have been shooting clothes and models, as well as my regular clients.
For the Dutch Wear fall kiddo line, I used Bub and a group of his friends. We had a blast ... I'm so happy that my kiddos are involved right along with me.
Football has taken over. Practices three bights a week and games every weekend. Bub got off to a rocky start. Starting the season with an Achilles injury, his first night back to practice didn't go much better. He took an incredible hit, had what is called a "stinger" and cracked his helmet right down the center. Crazy. Scary. Yet, he loves football .... the drive, the ambition, the competition .... so that's where we spend our time.
(Bub's cracked helmet)
Pop Warner, the football league Bub plays for, did their own tribute to 9/11. Flags lined the field. A beautiful, emotional time. And something Bub will never forget being apart of.
Pie has such a special heart ... a beautiful personality. I love just hanging out with her. Tonight we were home alone so we took a blanket out on the lawn, sat, talked, played games. and of course ... took a few pictures ....
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