The art of a loving family

Working full time again is better than I thought -- which actually says a lot -- and worse, too. The beautiful outcome, either way, is that my amazing family and I keep finding ways to show our love for each other. The love is rarely buried by piles of things to do, the laughter is rarely delayed by papers to grade, the hugs are rarely put off by errands. In fact, one morning, this was what I found on my dashboard... a surprise left there by my sweet Tom (husband). At this moment, weeks later, the flower is wilted and covered in dust, but the card is still there, as is the flower husk.

This photo shows Jackson's creative viewing and Tom's attentive photography. We see each other. We recognize each other.

And this is a photo of a pillow I made this summer, a gift to the family for the remodeled guest room/boys' room/closet space upstairs in the peak of our sweet little Cape in Falls Church. I make stuff, my boys share stories and ideas, Tom leaves notes and captures our dreams.

No matter how busy. This is what love looks like 'round here.

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