Images of Summer

Our summer has pretty much officially drawn to a close as Matt starts classes tomorrow. I hope you enjoy some of these favorite images from our summer. . .it has been a great one!

jewels

sometimes when we peak in on her sleeping, maia will open her eyes and look up at us dreamily, blinking slowly. and in that pale lighting her blue eyes look to me like jewels.

Jesus

Kelli and Maia were listening to an Indelible Grace worship CD while they were eating lunch today. At one point a song mentioned Jesus. Hearing it in the background, Maia repeated, “Jesus”, then she paused and completed her thought, "...happy."
Kelli responded, “Does Jesus make you happy Maia?” To which she replied, “Yes”.

she brings life

she brings life when she stoops down on her haunches, gently picks up the small flower pot and examines the seedlings, naming them "mommy, daddy, baby".

she brings laughter when at the question of her father, "Who's your daddy?" instead of pointing at me replies, "Mr. Matt" in innocent sincerity.

old man with round glasses

I went to Target and Trader Joe's with my family today. As Kelli and I climbed in our Jeep and readied to leave, I noticed an older man in a suit pushing his Trader Joe's cart towards us. He was a friendly looking man with round glasses and a top hat, his cheery face wrapped in an invitation to conversation. His face seemed frozen in a comfortable smile, an unmistakable bounce an integral part of his walk. Instinctively, I raised my hand to wave. Kelli almost immediately did the same.

As we pulled away, I paused."I just completely waved at that man like I knew him..."

"Oh my gosh, I did too!" Kelli responded with her trademark delight in the little things of life...

"Perhaps," I offered, "we just had an encounter with a shaven, haircut, summer Santa..."

from here to...

She stared as she walked slowly forward. Grasping her sippy cup with one hand and scratching her head with her right, she looked distracted. I turned to see what had grabbed her attention above us. The action of her right hand served as a metaphor for her serious contemplation. She was, it seemed to me, trying to figure out what was making all that beauty. As the tree waved its limbs and leaves in the wind, the sun barely poked its rays through, shining, shimmering and shouting out suggestions of eternity.