If only

I wish I had my camera back so I could have recorded some of the memories of this past week:

Pictures of two boys playing basketball in a downpour of rain; to remember their grinning faces and the giggles of fleeting childhood; mud running down their backs from playing in the puddles and dirty floors as an aftermath.

The big brown UPS truck arriving with a daughter's new book, even if it was a day late; the smile of a budding author as she emerges using the gifts that God has blessed her with.

Blue ribbons and purple ribbons, and even a "Best of Class" in our local county fair that brought many grins to kids and adults alike. The simple memories of late, late nights of working together and of labeling a couple hundred projects just to keep our word.

I'd take pictures of the goats that are actually inside of a fence eating what they are supposed to be eating; pictures of the kittens and new chicks, and of the frogs that escaped their jar to hop around my living room; Dads on motorcycles, new dirt bike helmets arriving, and bicyle rides; picking grass for the bunnies and overflowing bean baskets being hauled in from the garden; of little girls painting pink toenails, and glimpses of making a batch of soap with a sweet friend.

But since the camera is still in the fix it shop, and moms should not sit at computers all day, and because clothes wash and so do bodies, I had better go win myself a mud fight while the opportunity is still available.

Fair Pictures

Even in laughter the heart may ache. Proverbs 14:13a

I'm thanking God today that the camera decided to break after most of the Fair pictures were taken, rather than before. If you are a Fair entering family you know the frenzy that is going on at our house this week. There are projects galore spread all throughout the house. Most of our lists are nearly done, but there may be some late nights for an overzealous teenager.

A Fair favorite: trick photos {{{{hee-hee-hee ha-ha-ha}}}}
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