This family is in full on fall mode. We are all things pumpkin, knit, golden, cozy, and harvest-y. Last week my mom took the girls and me to the apple orchard in town. Apple picking was one of the girls' first fall activities last year. With that memory front and center while reflecting on the ways to celebrate autumn the girls had been asking about the orchard for weeks.
Last year, especially as I adjusted to motherhood, I always felt like I had my home and hands full, so there are only a couple cell phone pictures of the girls after our orchard trip. This year I took my camera to capture the outing. Norah has already looked through the pictures multiple times often exclaiming, "That's me! Oh, look...that's Norah picking apples!" She is a good reminder that when I stop and snap I am preserving her history. I am recording it in a way that had not been available previously. And I am honored to do so. With each picture I capture a moment in my girls' story and I hope each shot gives a glimpse of a larger story. A story about seasons, family, redemption, humankind, the greatest love that could ever be. I hope our moments reflect the One who gave them to us in the first place. I hope our moments both preserved and fleeting keep telling the larger story.
|Last Sept. was so hot that we wore shorts/sandals to the orchard and just pretended it felt like fall.|