reflection.

I love photography. It captures a moment in time that will never happen again, never.

I told you earlier I was in a weird spot in life. I don't even know if weird is the word, its so unexplainable. In these times I find that reflection fills in the blanks and voids for me. It shows me where I've been, how far I've come, and even gives glimpses to the light at the end of the tunnel. I would give anything to be done with this "moment" in my life, but when I'm here later down the road again, I will be able to reflect back and see something beautiful that I cannot see now. That's the great thing about pictures, you capture a moment and put that picture up on a shelf or in a book. Sometimes when you come back to that picture that you've looked at a million times, you all of the sudden find something new and beautiful that you've never seen before.

It was always there.

It didn't just appear, it was there the moment you snapped the shot.

Sometimes I would trade anything to be back in that moment... To hear the laughter, or to say what I didn't say at the time.

Anyways, enjoy some reflection today. Live in the moment, even the hard ones, someday you'll look back and see the beauty.

love,
jill

He seriously has the best laugh in the ENTIRE world! And that smile can change my entire world in one second!

Our house in Bartlesville, OK. The first house Bear and I had together. Now we've lived in 4 different places together.


So young and in love...


And this is the little girl who truly makes me a better person. Because of her I want to live my life more passionately, love more deeply, and take lots of pictures.

a blogger is born...

I have wanted to start a blog for such a long time.

At least ten years, just kidding.

I am at a strange point in my life, where there are so many things I want to do and accomplish, but weighing them against what it will cost and what it means I will give up has caused such a huge delay. Maybe this "delay" is a gift, like Pastor Bryan preached about on Sunday. My mom keeps telling me I can't see what a gift I have in being able to stay home with Miss Maddy. I know I take it for granted. So maybe this delay is a gift, the gift of delayed gratification so I can learn to enjoy the gratification that wakes up asking for milk every morning, or for me to sing the same song over and over. Maybe I'm not giving up dreams and ambitions, but allowing them to grow.

So if you'd like, join me on this journey of learning to grow, learning to be patient, and somehow learning to lose the annoying fear of failure.

Let the failing begin! Blog world here I come!

love,
jill