Leaving her mark

Today being what it is, I'm feeling reflective. And being reflective reminds me of all I have in my life to be grateful for...even when I've been at home for nearly three days in a row with a sick, cranky child and to say that I am going a bit stir-crazy would be an understatement. I am running out of closets to organize. So I started snapping pictures of items in my house that remind me of Bryan's and my greatest blessing--that cranky little girl who is napping sweetly at this very moment.

You know you have a toddler in the house when....

...This is what your dining room looks like. And has looked like for nearly three weeks now. Because every lady needs a castle, right?

(We've all logged plenty of hours in "the castle", keeping Zoey company, reading books, and listening as she disciplines her dolls ad nauseum. The best was when she asked Gigi--my 72 year old grandmother--to please get in the castle as well. Gigi chose to watch the action from the couch instead.)


...Or you go to take a shower and you have to remove all the strategically placed cups from the faucets, knowing full well you'd better put them back where you found them when you're done, or all holy hell will break loose later on.





...And this is the artwork you have displayed on your wall. She calls this one "A BIG lake! And a BIG storm!"






It's things like this that I want to capture and hold on to forever. Because if you had told me five years ago that THIS would be my life someday--furniture-turned-castle and finger paintings on walls--I would have laughed. But now that I'm here I wouldn't trade those cups on the faucets for anything.