Tracking February
We are three months in. Last year at this time I had an eleven month old and a two and a half year old. Today was the first day I felt like things were finally gelling with three while working.
We are three months in. Last year at this time I had an eleven month old and a two and a half year old. Today was the first day I felt like things were finally gelling with three while working.
A purple winter coat engulfs a small girl with dark brown bangs and a swinging ponytail. She is gripping the hand of her Daddy tightly as they make their way down a busy sidewalk street. She shyly smiles and whispers a comment here and there. He leans down enthusiastically, encouraging her that it will be…
Zoom! Pow! Kaboom! The screen swirls in an action-packed whirlwind of dueling duos. They are fighting the slyest villains. Keeping crime at bay in the darkest of Gotham’s streets. Smack! Wham! Zonk!
The viewfinder is lined up for a perfect shot. The light of the sun is aligning at that “golden” moment. We take a breath. Click!…hold, 1, 2,…”I did it!” Ryder exclaims from behind his boxy-white film camera. We wait patiently for the film to develop before our eyes. The magic happens. He has framed yet…
Count it all joy… I remember this story I listened to as a kid about a man who lost everything. He chose in his tragedy to “count it all joy”; that no matter what life brings, be it good or bad, it is a choice to accept what is with fervent joy.