God gives you the desires of your heart so that He can fulfill them.
That's exactly what He did for Adam and Lauren...but He didn't do it just once. He did it twice.
When Eleanor was 11 months old, Adam and Lauren received what is arguably the most shocking news of their lives…
When you see the look of awe in your husband's eyes as he gazes at your new son, when you tug the striped cap from the hospital off to admire the soft hair underneath, when your daughter sees her baby brother for the first time, when you are all four together as a family for the first time, you'll want to record every single detail in your memory.
Because each of those moments, and all of the other little ones in between, are invaluable.
There is a level of captivation with tradition, a connection to generations past that would otherwise be overlooked. On Good Friday, when I started the broth, I could hear my grandmother reminding me to not forget to leave the kielbasa in the pot of water in the fridge overnight, so flavor is maximized.
All of those deeply significant things happen while five humans scoop flour, crack eggs, and heat skillets. And while all of that measuring and mixing is happening, you can see their personalities and the bond they share.
Never have pancakes been so beautiful <3
Photographing the very moments that show my daughter, now and in the future, what a treasure she is...it was truly an honor.
That moment was to be the climax of the story. For weeks up to baby's arrival, big brother and sister grew increasingly more excited to find out if their baby sibling would be a boy or a girl.
So when we found out that the hospital where mom would deliver wasn't allowing visitors under the age of thirteen, we were a little crushed.
Everything we do speaks to and shapes our kids. When we let them crack eggs into the pancake batter, we are telling them that we have confidence in them and that they are wanted. When we help them with a Science project, we are telling them that we care about their success and that we are there to support them. When we take time to wash, style, and cut their hair, we are telling them that they are important, they are loved, they are beautiful (or handsome), and they are cherished.
Shortly after becoming a mother, my newborn daughter was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect. I reacted in a way that I'm sure many mothers would: I embraced her as if my hug would heal her, I felt guilt and wondered if somehow I had caused this to happen to her, and initially, I was afraid for how this could affect her.
If you would've told me then that almost four years later I would be at complete peace in a waiting room, while she lay under anesthesia in a cath lab while her heart was repaired, I wouldn't have believed you.
But that's how the story went.
In my life, I've prayed many prayers. I've prayed for guidance, health, wisdom, healing, and peace. I've prayed for answers to tough questions and for forgiveness. And since they were born, I have prayed that my children would be fortunate enough to spend time and make memories with their 102-year-old great-great-grandmother.
Let me tell you how great our God is.
In taking all of these photographs, I realized that these ordinary moments are what make our family tick. They're who we are. They're a part of our story.
The ordinary moments in your life are no different. Like these photos, those moments each tell their own story individually, but collectively they tell a masterpiece of a story...your story.
Whatever stage of life you're in, whatever your story consists of, it's worth remembering.