I love that I get to be home with my girls right now. I love it. Our days aren't fancy. They don't come in pretty packages or fancy ribbons. They come in muddy toes, spit up, poopy diapers and dramatic tantrums, deep belly laughs, cuddles, singing at the top of our lungs, and house projects put on hold so I can do another rendition of "a sailor went to sea, sea, sea..." so she can perfect her clapping rhythm.
Someone once asked if Josselyn is just as perfect in person as she is in photos... well, that question is a bit tricky... but let me tell you... Josselyn grew up in front of my camera and I, as a photographer, grew up with her. We learned each other. I know her rhythm and she knows my beat. So how I capture Josselyn is definitely a reflection of who she is... but... she is far from just an icon of beauty in a photo. She is heart. She is spunk. She is compassion. She is dainty. She is adventurous. She is silly. She is smart. She wears pretty dresses around the garden one day and mismatching clothes to go to the grocery store another. She is perfect. She is imperfect.
Our lives can't fully be understood by a series of facebook posts or a string of instagram images. They are simple. They are beautiful. And there is far more to our family than what I could ever portray on social media.
And in that same retrospect, I can't shape us to be like anyone else's social media image either. I can't pretend to be the soft white cleanliness of some that seem so dreamy and put together. It's just not who WE are.
Simple days are what our family is called to. And it's these simple days that my heart will cherish for the rest of my life.