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A Friday ritual. Photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, visit soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.

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{this moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. Photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, visit soulemama to leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.
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How Lovely Are Thy Branches

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We returned again, happy to have remembered the tradition that was begun last year. My husband has fond memories from his childhood of walking just such fields that he wanted to share in them with our own children.

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I think that our fake Christmas tree will be forever be banished to the attic!

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Unlike last year, the weather was intensely warm— it felt like summer in the midst of December, but trotting in and out of the rows of Christmas trees, searching for the perfect tree to call our own was still welcomed by my little ones.

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My son especially loved the freedom to run among the giant evergreens and jump over the newly planted trees.

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Measuring their height next to the farm’s iconic tree, I was amazed to see just how much they have grown since last year!

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Laughs and giggles were shared, and family memories were created. It is moments like these that I know I treasure, and I hope they do, too.

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A Boy and His Book

Each night, once the lights go out, a certain little someone tends to need a little persuading to stay in bed.

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After night time readings with Mom, story books have lost their luster and the whispers from the living room seem more inviting. When it is father’s turn to parade him down the hall back to bed, he has come to know that a story will follow– one that is spun just for him, one in which he is the hero.

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Last Monday night, my husband, a student at the local university, was asked to create and market a product over the course of 10 minutes as part of a class exercise.

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He returned home with this little booklet.

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With pen scrawled handwriting and crude marker illustrations, my son was delighted to have his book written down for him to hold.

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I was delighted that my son would now always have this token of his childhood.

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Now, not only would he have the sweet night time memories shared between he and his father, he will always be able to hold his father’s love in his hands.

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Field Trip

As we walked,  we were a cloud of blue trailing behind the team members cloaked in red and white of the big box store.  The children’s ears were heightened, filtering in all of the knowledge, in hopes of being able to remeber the correct answer and win a treasured prize. The girls linked arms together, sharing in the stolen moments of friendship, all while strolling along the aisles.

When we eventually stopped to assemble with the rest of our group, a lady, topped with salt and pepper hair, with lines of wisdom from years passed gracing her face, lightly touched my arm and whispered, “Ya’ll are homeschoolers, aren’t you?”

With my response of “Yes, Maam. We certainly are.,” among a group of toddlers to high schoolers, she clutched her chest and I witnessed a door that had closed off a flood of memories suddenly be flung open.

“I taught our last one for the last time over ten years ago……Treausre this honey! And bless you!”

As she sauntered off pushing a full cart, this little passing moment of niceities clung to me.

Yes, she is right.

Blessed I am.

For the world tells me that I am defined by what I do, by what I acheive, by how much money I am able to earn. It tells me that my days spent at home are not of value nor of worth. But I don’t dare believe them.  For I know that I am truly achieveing more than can ever be measured, I am accomplishing what He finds fit for my vocation, and my treasure will not be awarded in this world. I am forever greatful that I am able to say that my life’s work is all wrapped up and can be found residing in thses two little people that I have created. They are my legacy.

Like all seasons, this one too shall pass. My children will grow up. In due time I will become that salt and pepper topped lady, with lines of wisdom from years passed gracing my face, who is so sweetly clutching the arm of a young mother with a toddler on her hip. I, too, will fling open that door and a burst of memories, just like this one, will flood right on in.

Blessed, yes, I am. And I will treasure every moment.