A hat is a shameless flatterer, calling attention to an escaping curl, a tawny braid, a sprinkling of freckles over a pert nose, directing the eye to what is most unique about a face. Its curves emphasize a shining pair of eyes, a lofty forehead; its deep brim accentuates the pale tint of a cheek, creates an aura of prettiness, suggests a mystery that awakens curiosity in the onlooker. --Jeanine Larmoth
I am a lover of hats. I love to wear hats, I wish I had more hats to wear. I want to wear big, floppy, dressy, elegant, striking hats. We need more hats in our society; hats need to make a comeback. I love babies in hats, children in hats, women in big hats at weddings, hats, hats, everywhere are hats.
We have had a very long month - I'll share more later - and the exhaustion of it is creeping in. The sickness has abated. Thankful for that. Our dear friends had to spend a week in the hospital with their littlest baby girl with RSV - and we nearly took Amos in three, or four, or five times. Thankfully, after much prayer and my hot tears falling on his sleeping fevered cheeks, he was well - he woke up with clear eyes, a grinning face, and was ready to pound back a bottle. So very thankful to not have to return to a hospital. Not ready to do that. Nope. Not for a long time. Pain is still too fresh. There is far more love and peace and contentment on top of the pain, but the hospital carries very little of that peace for me just yet.
But for now, for tonight - I am far overdue to pump (yes, still pumping to feed my little man) and as such my boobs feel like they're going to explode. Too much information? Sorry, honestly. I'd love to write more - and honestly with the music I've got going on in my ears right now - it's begging me to put on a fresh pot of coffee, crank it up and dance like no one is watching (since it's the middle of the night, no one is watching!), and pour my heart and soul out to you all - but, alas - it's late...
...and I must sleep. Today was a big day, and the lessthanfourhourssleep is creeping up and drastically shortening my wick with everyone, including myself.
So for tonight, I am going to leave you with some beautiful images of my beautiful children in hats.
Egan in the fur hat? Argh, she's breathtaking! Turn the lens toward her sweet face and she becomes... well... fierce. beautiful. older. shining. my baby girl. growing up.
her and I, we butt heads the most, we are so similar, we are so strong, we struggle and we cry. this day, having her bask in the attention of my camera - she found a bit of herself there. how sweet to have a way to see her through a different lens, to see her for what she really is. and I was so gently reminded of how blessed I am to be her mama. i love her, my egan. my fiery little one. my sweet pea. stunning.
Good night. Must sleep. Love.
|we aren't being blessed with a whole lotta natural golden light these days - waiting patiently for spring|