Family photos are in.

I always hold my breath when the email dings that our family photos we took are in. I prepare myself to see the wrinkles, gray hairs, and extra…fluff that I’ve gained in the last several years. I start clicking thru and see photos of my sweet boys. They light up the screen and they light up my world. Words cannot do justice to the deep and overwhelming love i have for this family of mine.

But then come the photos with me in them, and i sigh. I don’t like what i see… then i clicked on this one…and the beautiful words of a friend & fellow mama came ringing thru as i stared at the photos. 

“I spend my days trying to see the world from his point of view: I offer empathy and grace and compassion at every turn. But I have never stopped to see myself through his eyes. My belly—soft, stretched, a safe place to land. My arms—strong and inviting, available for hugs, back rubs, and transportation. My legs—solid, steady, grounded, ready to walk and even hike with my four babies through every season. This body pours out for him. This body endures sleepless nights for the sake of love and safety...I consider all my body has been through, all she has survived in the name of motherhood. I feel the way my son sees my imperfect body and my chest swells with pride… Good Job, Body!” - Elle Wilkerson https://www.coffeeandcrumbs.net/blog/2022/12/12/good-job-body

So today, I’ll thank God for this family i prayed for and for this body He used to bring my boys into this world. 

Good job, body. 🤍