love...

j&h photography

all we can do is love each other. that's all we can really do.

let them eat...

Dirt apparently. Or at least while daddy is baby sitting.

Last night, Justin was in meetings, and I was getting the little guy for bed. He was getting a little crazy, so I made his bottle and gave it to him while I finished picking up a few things. As I'm putting his books away, I feel a little hand on my leg, and I look down, and he is pushing his bottle into my face.

Now I realize some may not see this for the big deal that it is, so let me just tell you. To this little guy, bottles are nigh unto sacred. The Holy Grail of possessions. "Drop everything you are holding the moment you see one come in sight" special. So the fact that he was sharing it with me, must mean he thinks I'm pretty special too. Or that I look hungry. Either way, this kid melts my heart. Every Day.

rite of passage...

is there anything more wonderful than watching your little one experience something new? the squeals of joy that are the only way he can express his excitement.

and when something is truly, entirely delightful, the only adequate way to express himself is to run in circles, beating his stomach.

truly, is there anything better? I say there is not.

box it up.

We sat Jasper this box yesterday in hopes that it might keep him contained long enough for us to get some cleaning don.   

He loved it. My child, that never sits still, sat in that box and played with his little toys. 

There must be something to the saying that kids will love the box their toys came in more than the toy itself. I  never would have thought of using a box as a photo prop, but he was just being so adorable, I had to grab the camera and snap a few pictures. I can't get over how creamy and delicious they turned out. 

Love this little crazy guy. 

we have beautiful friends who sometime let us take their pictures.

Every once in a blue moon, you make a friend that changes you. Maybe not in a big obvious in-your-face ways, but in substantial, simple ways, over time, so you barely noticed it happening it at all.

And then they move. And you realize that they've changed you. They've changed the way you look at things.

Like bunnies, peonies, or pagan holidays.

And you feel just a little bit robbed. Robbed that they moved away, and that you didn't notice the changes while they were here.

But they have been here. They've done their work, and now you'll never be able to listen to a George Michael song the same way again.

Brad and Julie, we love you. We miss you. The people of Mississippi are lucky have you. Watching & being a part of your journey has been the pleasure of a lifetime.

discovering...

{now that is a face of determination}

Grass. It's the bees knees.

Hope you all are enjoying the warm weather as much as this guy.