Leah O'Connell PhotographyCharlottesville, VA
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My 36 pound 4 year old climbs up on a small but not-a-toy four wheeler and pulls the throttle, kicking it into gear across an open field. He is in heaven. I am in a panic. My stomach drops and I’m certain I turn the color of an unroasted marshmallow. It takes everything in me
*this essay was originally shared in my weekly newsletter. For more essays on family, creativity, and simple joys to your inbox every Wednesday night, sign up here.* I hear his bouncy, 3-year-old voice calling from the top of the stairs – “mamaaaaa I’m awaaaake!” I smile and sigh at the same time and close my laptop
*this essay was originally shared in my weekly newsletter. For more essays on family, creativity, and simple joys to your inbox every Wednesday night, sign up here.* It’s after dinner and the big kids have been granted a cookie while we finish the dishes. I look over my shoulder to see my oldest alternating techniques
To my baby girl, Before you even entered the world, you were anticipated, loved, cherished, and wanted. Now that I can hold you in my arms, those feelings have multiplied tenfold. I look at you with complete wonder, melt with each coo you make, and fall deeper in love every time you rest your tiny head on my chest. You are actually ours – our perfect gift from God — a precious life whom He has trusted to our care.