ordinary january 25, 26, 27 /February 8, 2014 by Carey

Ordinary life in January. I love them so much.

I french braided her hair for basketball that morning, and for a gymnastics birthday party (that was cancelled due to snow) that afternoon. It was so cute.

She decided that she MUST make a crown with hearts and diamonds. It was really quite remarkable. She's something else.

I shot these with my Nikon D800
Nikon 85mm f1.8
Nikon 50mm 1.4D
Sigma 30mm f1.4

"Only miracle is plain; it is the ordinary that groans with the unutterable weight of glory."
-Robert Farrar Capon

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart,
O take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.

I'm a sensitive introvert who finds such beauty in the ordinary, everyday moments in life. I seek light. I'm mesmerized by it. I photograph and share my images in the hopes that you can also be blessed by the beauty I find around me.

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Bike riding on bikes that were, what feels like just a bit ago, borderline too big but are now unquestionably too small.

I am under a mountain of boxes. Moving and then unpacking - figuring out how to put all the things that had nice little homes before into new nice little homes - is just a TON of work. But I am so very grateful to have a home and that we have this opportunity to live somewhere totally different than we’d ever have dreamed. I was working in the kitchen when I looked up and saw this scene. I had tried to absorb every moment of her like this in the VA house because I thought that was over. I’d never see it again. But God gave me this little gift. It’s similar but different and still that beautiful light.

We said our last goodbye to our beloved home in Virginia on Wednesday morning. Oh, how I will miss that place.

Guys, guess what was in the front yard of the new house? There are two HUGE plants of them. Exactly like what we had in Tennessee. Exactly!!! I am praying they make it to next Friday when the Lady arrives and can see them! I ordered gift cards for White Flower Farm on a sale so we could order peony bulbs to plant this fall but now we don’t have to!!!

Spots of sun for Bear to lay in in the new house.

As of 4pm yesterday, we are officially residents of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, “y’all”

I can’t remember now why but in the weeks leading up to her death I had moved the hay boxes into the kitchen. Flopsy loved it because she could jump up and chow down. She loved to sit inside the box and eat. So here she was finding her way into the alfalfa.

This photo cracks us up so much. We called this “demanding bunny face.” She LOVED alfalfa hay. I mean, LOVED it. I ordered some to give her as treats and it came in a plain cardboard box. We kept her normal hay in the pantry closet. She figured out really quick that she could run straight in there and jump up onto the tub and then into the brown cardbox box of alfalfa. She’d sit herself right inside and gorge. It’s not good for them to eat too much of it at once so I moved the box under the tub so she couldn’t get in it until I could figure out how to better store it. This day when we’d let her be her free range bunny self, we couldn’t find her. Turn on the pantry closet light to find this. Her angry face wanting to know where the alfalfa box was.

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The whole time I didn't know what to say. The whole time I didn't know whether this was happening for HER or for ME. Was I supposed to DO something with this? Or was I just supposed to be there, to be a calm presence, to listen? Was God trying to speak to my own heart through her words and her wounds? I felt almost panicked, not having time to think through all the options and what the one very right thing to do could be. I wish I could say I chose out of wisdom, but that's not true. I chose out of exasperation. I just tried to listen. To affirm her. To tell her I was sorry. So very sorry that it happened to her and she'd had to live through that.

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ordinary january 25, 26, 27 /February 8, 2014 by Carey

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