A country girl on a country road

"Mom, can you take pictures of me?"

. . .

and so we did.

I had a delightful little time with this one yesterday afternoon.

She is growing so much. Abbie, age 7 is almost as tall as Ellie, who will be 10...
3 weeks from today! (And I'm not even sure how that can be!)

I'll be taking the girls for hair cuts soon. I've been wanting to get some pictures of them with their long hair. / which means photo sessions with the others soon too. :-) /

You know how seniors get "senioritis"? Well, I seem to have "summeritis". I have a list of projects I'd like to do this summer. ( Ha! surprise, surprise!)

As I assess our surroundings, adding to my project list, I find myself on a thinning/purging spree again.

Usually I just donate stuff to Good Will, but it would be nice to make a little side cash so I am going to have a yard sale with a friend. Actually, it will be at her house - so she is having the yard sale and I am adding all my ~~junk~~. fabulous stuff.

This chair was destined for the yard sale. It was a chippy white, and is a little wobbly, but I decided to give it a fun light turquoise paint job - and keep it for a photo shoot prop.

Some people are easy to take pictures of. They are natural in front of the camera.

I am not one of those people; I am awkward, but Abbie on the other hand...

Carving out time alone with just one child takes effort and most often some planning,
but this little spontaneous outing (on our own dirt road) proved to be such a blessing for both of us, but I think even more so for me.

It made me stop and realize that she wanted to be with me! She wanted to spend time with me - doing what I like to do.
That this was an opportunity to build in our relationship.
A little stronger
A little deeper.

I just want to hold on to these little years
a little longer.
a little tighter.

Sometimes Hannah just wants to feel the wind in their hair and the thrill of riding her bike down a steep hill. That's what she was doing, when she came to where we were to get some photos for herself, not of herself, except I couldn't help myself. ;-)

Hannah made this perfect daisy chain for Abbie - and then one for herself too.

As we were making our way back home, trudging up the hill, with chair and camera in hand, the clouds grew dark. Just as we walked through the door, it began to rain.