One man's trash...

I will let you in on a little secret.
Brian has been known on occasion, to get a teeny bit annoyed with me.
I know this fact is shocking. I know it is difficult to wrap your brain around. You very well may loose sleep over this revelation, but...
it's true.

One thing Brian gets annoyed with is the fact that I let the kids use our camera.
It's not that it's nice by any means, but it's all we've got and my kids do have a poor track record for keeping things in tact and in working order.

So, he does have a point.

But I still rarely heed his advice on this.

Why you ask? (I know you didn't but go with me on this one...)

Because I love seeing the world through their eyes. I love to see what they capture on the lens. The pictures are by no means award winning shots, but they are life.
They are all the little things that I love.

They are all the precious unimportant things:

Like Hailey capturing her dad giving them what he calls the "daily dose" at breakfast. (a thought and scripture to start the day).



Or Caleb shooting his "house" that he worked on tirelessly with his dad while mom worked on homework with the other kids. Something I would have missed had he not taken the photographic evidence:


It's Caleb taking a picture of the things that matter most in this world:
(things that are always discarded somewhere on the floor and I am always stepping over and cursing.)

It's Hailey shooting Jonas holding Porter. Always holding Porter.
It makes me see his goofy side. but it make me look deeper and see the love he has for his baby brother. The tender heart he has. The generous nature he possesses.

it's someone (I don't know who) capturing all we had in our food storage room for the first few weeks:
Hey don't judge me... they were 78 cents! And please don't bring up my post about giving the stuff up. I am not into public announcements of my failures.

It's in all the kids snapping away at all different angles at their favorite toy:

In the last 6 weeks I have taken literally no shots of this little guy. I would have no documentation of him whatsoever if it weren't for my kids. and blurry documentation is better than no documentation. That's what I always say.

It's some random child capturing childhood in a perfect light like this:
it makes me think how someday, I will open the back door and I won't see things like this anymore. It makes me warm and happy to know I see it now.

and it's Caleb, capturing Saturday morning breakfast.


it's the little things that are so important, but that I won't remember 15 years from now. But thanks to my kids and their camera addiction, I get all this documented right under my nose, while I am attending to my other duties. (I threw that in there so it makes cooking and doing the dishes sound REALLY important. It worked, right?)

So now you see why I ignore Brian.
And some day he will too.