Photos are kind of how I process through this life. I'll see something and think man I want to remember that. And I'll just smile thinking about that thought or moment.
So oddly, it's no big deal when Cooper or Kregg see me whip out my camera when I'm folding laundry -even though it really is weird.
Finding joy in the mundane (task) of laundry.
Soon, very soon, his jeans won't have that super awesome cinch/button/adjustable waist factor that helps me feel like im still fitting my baby into a pair of jeans--and someday his will be the same size as his daddy's jeans---but right now, I'm enjoying them being wranglers for littles. Cooper loves wearing his farm jeans-because he likes that they have a patch.
