I had a long conversation with my mom on the phone yesterday, most of it about my kids because she’s been out of town for several days and hasn’t seen them. She said she can’t wait to check my website every day to see a new picture of either girl, especially Leta because it seems like she’s getting older and taller by the minute.
“We’re watching her grow up, picture by picture on your website,” she said.
Sometimes I have to stop and step back from the idea that this is what I do for a living and remind myself how lucky I am that I have kept this record of her life. My wonderfully frustrated little Leta who once use a wipe to clean ketchup off of a French fry is now a very reasonable nine-year-old, all legs and arms and hair. How blessed I am to watch her grow.