One foot in front of the other…

Sadly, a young 17-year-old girl in our community (who happens to be our good friend’s niece) passed away last week and it’s been tragic. Her parents were aware of her struggles the last several months and did everything they knew to help her. She was loved. She had friends. She was active in school activities and sports and it has been beautiful to see an outpouring of support on her behalf.

This prompted multiple conversations with Hallie as she asked questions trying to understand it – but it’s a heavy topic even for adults to grasp. It’s hard to explain when I don’t even understand it. And as I looked into Hallie’s innocent eyes asking me these questions I had a small prick of fear – do I really see her? Would I know if she was struggling? And what in the world would I do with out her? There is a mother tonight that is asking herself that same question – how is her life going to go on without her sweet girl.

And as I sat for hours this week with my friend looking at photo after photo and piecing a video together for her service, I was reminded that life is so beautiful and at the same time so fragile. We are strong until we’re not. We work so hard to build an environment where our kids feel safe and loved. We give them experiences we never had. And I’m sure I’m not alone in saying this, but we would give our life for them. And as I often remind my kids, we’re doing the very best we can.

And yet, things outside our control often knock down the tower we’ve been so carefully building. And the thought of having to rebuild seems daunting.

It requires us to put one foot in front of the other every single day.

We are going to celebrate a beautiful girl this weekend who has touched so many. We’re also going to put our arms around this family and carry them until they’re able to put one foot in front of the other on their own.

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Little moments…

People always see me with kids in tow and they always tell me I’m going to miss this stage. I usually joke back that one (or more) are for rent if they want to relive the glory days of young children. And although I tease – I understand what they’re saying. Sure, I hope I never have to potty train again, but listening to these two play in the mornings is motherhood gold.

They’ve got a few more months before Cannon heads off to kindergarten and it makes me sad to think Briggs has no idea that his little playful world is going to be rocked.

Puzzles. Trains. Dress up. Magformers. They do it all – they’re so good together.

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Grandma’s visit…

Grandma's Visit

We had a visit from my mom a couple weeks ago and it made me wonder why she lives so far from us (and it left her wondering why she doesn’t live someplace warmer in the winter!) My kids pulled out every game and every puzzle to play with her. She even tackled the basketball court with Hunter for some games of horse. We went to the park, watched kids play sports, went to the temple and went for walks, did some home projects and did some shopping. A successful week no doubt.

Did we get through our list of things we wanted to do? Nope. But that just means she needs to come back so we can do a couple more things from our list! Did I mention we got a lot of puzzles and games in?!

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

I sure do love this woman!

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

Grandma's Visit

 

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Lettering…

This is what Hallie’s lettering practice looks like (she’s working on a custom piece for Steve’s mom). She has a desk in her room with stacks of similar pages – with all sorts of words and phrases. And my desk doesn’t look a whole lot different. When I’m talking on the phone – no paper is safe – I will write and doodle on everything in sight!

Hallie usually letters at her desk but the other afternoon she got home from school and her homework was light. So we sat in the kitchen talking and lettering with the boys faint squeals and screams coming from the backyard. It only lasted a half hour before we were interrupted with dinner plans and picking up kids, but that half hour was some quality time that I did not take for granted.

I need more of those moments in my life and I’ll never get tired of hearing that girl talk about her day.

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