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Do you have those certain songs that act as a soundtrack to your life?  You sing them often, sometimes only to yourself.  One of those songs for me is Turn, Turn, Turn by The Byrds.  Yes, I am most certainly a product of my mom.  She always said her favorite season was when Abby and I were little.  She stayed home with us, and our days consisted of many things that to the passersby would seem inconsequential, but to us, they make up the very people we became.  Looking back, I am filled with gratitude that she made that choice, especially now that she is in Heaven.  Precious memories indeed.

Many people will tell you that life starts passing at a warped speed once you have children.  I can tell you now that is an understatement.  In creating this blog, I flipped through the countless pictures I have taken of Grace’s life.  Moments that I thought were every day moments at the time really turned out to be the extraordinary ones.  Our days spent with the stroller going on our morning walks, waving at the same neighbors each day.  Stopping at the park to run through the grass pretending we were birds, and ending our walk sprawled out on our backs under the tree in our front yard.  The sun would peak through the leaves and make shapes on the grass.  Gracie noticed them all.  I cannot wait to add my sweet Huck to these moments.  What a beautiful season of life I am in.

Seasons are not always happy.  In leaving this world for Heaven, my mom was completing a season.  I suppose that very cliché saying of live every moment like it is your last couldn’t be a truer one. My mom always talked about the seasons of life.  She seemed to understand the grandeur in life’s fragility.

It is my hope that we can all stop and relish in the season of life we are walking through.  Sometimes, it is a beautiful thing to lay under the shade of a tree and trace the shapes of the sun.

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