a friday ritual. a single photo (or two) - no words - capturing a moment from the week. a simple, special, extraordinary moment. a moment i want to pause, savor, and remember.
We have fantastic friends. Tim Coons, a local, amazing, and inspirational song-writer and artist hosted a project recently for his latest album. In essence, he asked a bunch of his artsy friends to take pictures that would go along with a song he posted from the album, each week in July, that he might be able to use for album art after the album is released. It was a huge hit. I watched as literally dozens of images flooding my instagram feed all hashtagged with Potomacproject, the name of his new album. Here's a great article written on Tim and his sweet wifey that was in the Tribune just a week or so ago now. http://www.greeleytribune.com/news/1605296-113/tim-betony-greeley-music The really exciting thing, which as soon I found out, brought me to tears, is that one of my images, and further, an image I took of Amity made it into the top 8 of his favorites and will be featured in the first 100 special cased albums. Here's the sweet picture of her you will be happy t
Today, Amity discovered her arms. I had just changed her and she was hanging out on the changing table while I went downstairs to take care of her diaper and all that business. When I walked by her room a few moments later, I noticed that she was in this curious pose, with her hands stuck straight out in front of her, and she was just holding them there. It was bizarre, because she usually hangs out and flails her limbs indiscriminately and makes little squeaking noises, but she was totally quiet and just holding them there. When I walked in the room, I saw that she was staring at her hands intensely. The look on her face was pretty similar to the one a superhero makes when trying to move something using only super mind powers. Which is fair, I guess, because when you are only 3 months old, the concept that you can control anything with your mind, even your own body, is pretty novel. It was fun, if only because this is one of the first times that I've seen my daughter really thin
Life isn't fair sometimes. This past Friday night, I started getting ready for bed by doing my usual Facebook, Pinterest, and Email checking as Amity and Aaron were winding down for sleep. As I was reading, I noticed a lot of people were commenting on an old friend of mine's wall, writing things about how much he will be missed and how great of a man he was. I was stopped. Gasping aloud, I burst into tears as I then found myself reading a post my childhood pastor made about how my friend, Jeff Ipsen had passed away due to an accident back-country-skiing with his brother and two friends. How could this be? This month has felt so difficult in so many ways and for a life so young, active, and wonderful to be gone from this world, just left me feeling uneasy and alone. Jeff and I were pretty close when I was in high school. Growing up going to youth group together, I remember my friend Sarah and I, both a year older than Jeff, immediately made up the name "Jefe"
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