I have this thing about becoming overwhelmed. I'm not sure how the expectations or pressures seem to stack up, but they do, I feel like I'm failing somehow, and then I just shut down. Then, something happens to knock me out of my slump, I kick some productivity butt, and then the downward slope starts again. Maddening.
Lately, though, I've been able to counter the feelings of failure and shortcoming by focusing on the blessings I have. I "pause and reflect" (that's for you, Tiff) and really try to soak in the moments going on right then, so I can be present and appreciative of what's happening now, rather than fretting about what may or may not be in the future. As such, I take a lot of pictures. So, as "a picture is worth 1,000 words", allow me to post the longest blog in history - using the stories of pictures.
|Elsa and her ice gloves, watching some Veggie Tales|
|Elsa, holding on to her coronation items, with her ice gloves|
|Heston's dedication, he reached his hand to my face, I kissed it, and our friend snapped this photo.|
|She's wearing her "Instruction Thing" so she can give instructions.|
|At lunch she asked, "Want to take a picture of me praying?" Duh!!|
|He does this thing when he's mad, where he tries to eat his right arm. Always his right arm, never his left.|
|Snuggling with me, so I went to take a picture, and she resorted to posing.|
|Gymnastics wore her out.|
|Gymnastics wore brother out, too.|
|He is not a snuggler, so this was extra special morning time!|
|My two favorite goofballs. Every time she hugged him, he would turn and look at me like, "Are you seeing this?"|