A record of the incessant and trivial chatter running through my head.
.jpg) “I wish things didn’t feel so much.” I recently made this statement to a friend. We were having a passing conversation about life and about how she, much like me, cries at everything these days. Of course, I’ve cried at everything almost my whole life–at least the parts I can remember. I’m a feeler. I’ve […]    If you have read the “Chatter” for a while, you have come to understand Summer’s take on life. She knows that the older our kids get, the faster time seems to move. She shares that there are seasons of life, some of them go by quickly, others seem to mosey along, and other seasons seem […]
.jpg) Shortly after my Mom died and at the inception of this blog, life looked and felt so much different. I think back to those days and I can still feel the way I felt. I remember how every feeling was acute–whether it be joy or sadness or love or pain. I clung, with a white […] .jpg) I realize that there are some stories that I should probably just keep to myself. Stories that I should tuck away in my memory bank and take them out to enjoy only when I need a private little chuckle. Stories that, when shared, I envision my Dad placing his head in his hands and shaking […]
.jpg) A few days ago I was finishing up the frantic rush to clean up the house in anticipation of a visit from friends. Like any rational person, I like to clean up the house to near perfection in order to carry on the facade that I keep my house clean, dust free, streak free, dirt […] |
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you're a good mama, Summer. i'm so glad you're a "feeler"…i just can' picture having you any other way! these pictures are amazing as well. i LOVE many of them, but the one with Charlie on the rock and the wave crashing is simply perfection. keep feeling, Mama! i'm so proud of you.
Love,
Miss
Oh Miss, thank you. Thank you for always being there and for always getting it.
Love you!
Summer – I too am so glad you are a feeler – I identify with you – thanks for sharing your thoughts – you touched my heart deeply – and, of course, the photos are amazing. I foresee today and Tuesday being very special memory making days for you all. Love ya – Barb
Thank you so much, Barb. I could say it a million times over and I'd still want to say it again–I appreciate you so very much.
As I watched my boy walk into his first period class at the high school on this first day of school (just the one class. He's still in junior high. NOT ready for my baby to be in high school yet!) and pull away, I had this intense flashback to when he started pre-school and how bewildered he looked as I walked out of his classroom. And I cried all over again. But hearing about his day on the ride home this afternoon and how he has most of his friends in all his classes, I know he's going to have a fun year. And that makes me feel better. I'll be thinking of you Wednesday.
BTW< if you stay crazy busy like I did today, the time away from your kids will seem like 5 minutes. ; )
I'm thinking about you as you put your babies on the bus this morning…
I'm also thinking that since you ARE the feeler that you are, you preserve and protect. This photography in this post is beyond compare and something that you will treasure forever. So will they. May I also remind you that it is BECAUSE you feel that your able to capture the life and love and personalities that you do in your images. Obviously, you know the technical side of it all, too — but it all works together. You feel, you see, you preserve, you share.
And may I remind you that it IS about you… It's because of you that they're going to understand unconditional love. (Well and because of that great husband of yours, too.) And you and I both know the devastating feeling that comes when someone no longer is there to cry for us… so keep crying, they'll feel that love today and will cover themselves that warm memory when we're not here. Your legacy will be passed down through the generations… maybe Meadow's daughter will read and see your words and say, "Ah, I was just like her. I just have all the feels."
Summer, you're a good egg.