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"Everything old people say about time is true. For starters, it flies. As a kid living through semi-eternal summer vacations, this is hard to believe. But as an adult? Get married. Have children. And then sit back, stunned, watching an absolute roar of gorgeous moments and hilarious moments and exhausting moments disappear - quickly and in tragedy or marching off at the tradtional pace, but disappear they must. Snap a photo or two. Read verses about futility. Watching one's small humans age and grow up packs a serious punch...no matter how many pictures we take, no matter how many scrapbooks we make, no matter how many moments we invade with a rolling camera, we will die...we cannot grab and hold. We cannot smuggle things out with us through death...Our futile struggle through time is courtesy of God's excessive giving. Sunset after sunset make it hard to remember and hold just one. Smell after smell. Laugh after laugh. A mind still thinking, a heart still beating. Imagine sticking your finger on your pulse and thanking God every time He gave you another blood-driving, brain-powering thump. We should. And we shouldn't, because if we did, we would never do anything else with our living; we wouldn't have the time to look at or savor any of the other of our impossibillions of gifts.

My wife and I tend to overgift to our kids at Christmas. We laugh and feel foolish when a kid is so distracted with one toy that we must force them into opening the next, or when something grand goes completely unnoticed in a corner. How consummerist, right? How crassly American. How like God." -N.D. Wilson

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A portrait series of my son once a week for an entire year.

We bought a bike carrier and helmet for you little one! You cried the first time we tried your helmet on, but loved riding around the neighborhood on dad's bike. You squealed every time that I sped past and babbled about the entire ride.

We bought a bike carrier and helmet for you little one! You cried the first time we tried your helmet on, but loved riding around the neighborhood on dad's bike. You squealed every time that I sped past and babbled about the entire ride.

Happy Valentine's Day to my number two valentine. I love you so.

Happy Valentine's Day to my number two valentine. I love you so.

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A portrait series of my son once a week for an entire year.

These days E is into everything, following me from room to room and exploring along the way. He has a sweet and sunny personality, constantly smiling and babbling. and pulling up on anything and everything he can find. Sometimes this includes less than stable objects such as potted plants, curtains and the dog. E loves seeing me laugh and lights up at the sight, which warms my mama heart.

These days E is into everything, following me from room to room and exploring along the way. He has a sweet and sunny personality, constantly smiling and babbling. and pulling up on anything and everything he can find. Sometimes this includes less than stable objects such as potted plants, curtains and the dog. E loves seeing me laugh and lights up at the sight, which warms my mama heart.