We’ve walked this trail before. But never in the late spring. In fact, we hadn’t even moved this time last year.
I tried to leave my camera at home. Obviously, I failed.
I remembered how beautiful it was last time we ventured through these woods
But on this trip, our littlest family member was with us.
Making her mark.
Doing her thing.
The same white house sat atop the grassy hill.
Same handsome husband, carrying my glasses for me.
troublemakers sisters, still the best of friends.
But this time, Miss Vivienne rounded out our crew.
Vivi… and this tiny wooden gopher that I spied.
Doesn’t it look just like a gopher? Or have I completely lost my mind?
Same, albeit older looking, big brother… leading the pack.
Same smallest brother, finding a treasure on the forest floor.
What? End of the trail already?
My feet were already pounding.
I, although I didn’t tell anyone, was very happy to see this sign.
Same goofy dog, a hair closer to manageable this time.
Same resting spot.
Same precious smile. How I love this smile.
Husband, now with a heart a few sizes bigger to accommodate the ridiculous love he has for his newest daughter.
Same Jude… doing his own thing.
making his mama smile.
I guess, as much as things stay the same, they change.
I find security in the things that are constant: love, family, relationships. It’s where my roots are.
But change brings with it such joy, often intertwined with sorrow: new life, time passing, growing older.
It is what makes life worth living.