We went to the Lifeline family reunion yesterday at Veteran’s Park.
And I brought my camera along.
But, let’s just say, I ended up doing a whole lot more talking than picture taking. And I came home without a single shot.
I was standing in the kitchen watching the girls furiously coloring the cup inserts they got from the festivities, and listening to them chat about their drawings, the colors they were choosing and discussing their appreciation for the fine-tipped markers we have at home versus the broad-tipped ones at the reunion and how these drawings were far superior to those they’d completed earlier in the day.
And I grabbed my camera, which hadn’t even been put up from the morning’s outing, and just started clicking. Gummy bears in the cheeks and all.
And I realized, it’s been a long time since I’ve just taken some spontaneous pictures with anything other than my iPhone.
The girls barely noticed me, looking up just long enough for me to actually catch their expressions.
Even Tallula was coloring furiously. Except with crayons instead of markers.
(Since she isn’t allowed to use markers for the rest of her life.)
It’s moments like this that I want to capture more of. My kids just doing what my kids love to do.
And on this day it was just coloring. Just talking. Just snacking on gummy bears together.
Just being sisters.
They’re so beautiful! LOVE the pics of the everyday moments. These are the ones you want to remember when they are all grown up. π
I love this! So sweet!
Why do I suspect that a wall needed repainting or some similar marker-related… incident… at some point in Lula’s life?
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love this!
Sweet!
Lula’s lifelong ban on markers made me laugh right out loud. Such a funny little bundle of mischief. Besides mom…wasn’t the headboard even then teensiest bit prettier after I turned it into art?! π LOVE.
Oh she is, Kelli. Just this morning her big sister announced that, after waking up this morning, Tallula hoisted herself onto her dresser and danced around. Bundle of mischief, indeed π
Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I have one who is banned from markers for life, too. His walls still bear the scars. Mostly because I cleaned and cleaned and then gave up. π
I love this post, and your sweet girls!