November Bubbles

i'd like to think 20 years from now looking back at my images that they find us fondly.  we see the spring in our step, the pavement we pounded, we remember what our backyard looked liked on a November morning when we blew big bubbles. 

I hope we remember how penny ate everything even the swing, how cute her face was with snot running down it, and how i busted out her birthday present moccasins early because i just couldn't help myself.  I hope we still feel that pounding in our chests as Winnie nails balancing on her scooter or her elation at doing the monkey bars with daddy.  Our ordinary life is happy - the magic is in the mundane.  Golly i'm one lucky woman.

Ali Lanengapersonal