I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

from Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day"

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

A daddy and his daughter

I took these pictures the other day when we were outside during a break in the seemingly endless rain we've had around here for the last few weeks. I have said this before, but I can't imagine how she could get any sweeter. The final picture is what I found after Will was playing his version of "dress up" with Laura. (Tool belt compliments of Aunt Jess, Uncle Mark, Luke and Jake--it's a well-loved staple in the toy rotation...)








Posted by Sara at 3:21 PM

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  1. LucyApril 26, 2011 at 7:28 PM

    Love, love, love this. I am so thankful to have a daddy/daughter relationship in our household, too. I had no idea how sweet it would be until Will held Frances for the first time and has never let go (figuratively of course...but I know he would much prefer literally).

    And why does it always appear as though Laura knows something we don't? She is clearly wise beyond her years. Not to mention stinking cute - I can't WAIT to see you guys!!

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