January Daily Photos

This year I've decided to do a 365 project. I've never completed one though I have started one a couple of times. I've successfully made it through January and am already really glad that I have these photos documenting small, quiet moments, mostly around our home avoiding the coldest days of winter. I can tell that its going to be challenging for me to maintain interest on days when I don't have a new environment to stimulate my imagination, but I'm pushing myself through the days where I'm not feeling it because I know I'm going to love having this collection at the end of the year. 

I found that this first month there are some days that have way more than one photo, and I'm trying to work through a way to share my favorites without it being overkill for anyone else who might read this. I can't make myself cut it down any more than this, though. And ultimately this project is for me so I'm not gonna. ;) 

 Jan 1: My mom is a New Year's baby so we do brunch with her every year to celebrate. Ollie loves his Nana.

Jan 1: My mom is a New Year's baby so we do brunch with her every year to celebrate. Ollie loves his Nana.

 Jan 2: I love these tight shots of my kids staring straight in the camera. The lack of inhibitions of kids is magical.

Jan 2: I love these tight shots of my kids staring straight in the camera. The lack of inhibitions of kids is magical.

 Jan 3: Piano Trio

Jan 3: Piano Trio

 Jan 4: Back at Nana's house for some cousin time at the end of winter break.

Jan 4: Back at Nana's house for some cousin time at the end of winter break.

 Jan 5: Each Friday in 2018 I'm doing a collaborative photo project with two photographer friends where we each work from the same prompt. This Friday's prompt was Self Portrait. Later that day we went on a walk with our neighbor and their dog, Henry, who is one of the triplets' best friends. The light was gorgeous.

Jan 5: Each Friday in 2018 I'm doing a collaborative photo project with two photographer friends where we each work from the same prompt. This Friday's prompt was Self Portrait. Later that day we went on a walk with our neighbor and their dog, Henry, who is one of the triplets' best friends. The light was gorgeous.

 Jan 6: We went on a family hike at the Cedar Ridge Preserve. The kids made it 2.5 miles! Also, please note that my kids dress themselves 99% of the time.

Jan 6: We went on a family hike at the Cedar Ridge Preserve. The kids made it 2.5 miles! Also, please note that my kids dress themselves 99% of the time.

 Jan 7: A Sunday spent working in the garden, and a surprise art show when we went inside. 

Jan 7: A Sunday spent working in the garden, and a surprise art show when we went inside. 

 Jan 8: My little corner, complete with artwork from the previously mentioned art show.

Jan 8: My little corner, complete with artwork from the previously mentioned art show.

 Jan 9: Goodnight hugs.

Jan 9: Goodnight hugs.

 Jan 10: New camera day and my only willing participant.

Jan 10: New camera day and my only willing participant.

 Jan 11: After school painting. These kids draw or paint just about every day and I love seeing their skills develop and the fun they have with it.

Jan 11: After school painting. These kids draw or paint just about every day and I love seeing their skills develop and the fun they have with it.

 Jan 12: 52 Friday prompt - Free-lensing. Perfect way to highlight the missing teeth on Zoey.

Jan 12: 52 Friday prompt - Free-lensing. Perfect way to highlight the missing teeth on Zoey.

 Jan 13: Playing with atmosphere spray and afternoon light. 

Jan 13: Playing with atmosphere spray and afternoon light. 

 Jan 14: Family trip to the Dallas Museum of Art. The girls specifically asked to see the ancient art and of course Quinn had to dress for the occasion.

Jan 14: Family trip to the Dallas Museum of Art. The girls specifically asked to see the ancient art and of course Quinn had to dress for the occasion.

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 Jan 15: Hot Wheels 

Jan 15: Hot Wheels 

 Jan 16: Shared giggles over the Dog Man books. I love seeing them laugh together and building memories. I wonder if they'll laugh together like this when they're adults.

Jan 16: Shared giggles over the Dog Man books. I love seeing them laugh together and building memories. I wonder if they'll laugh together like this when they're adults.

 Jan 17: Shadow play for both of us.

Jan 17: Shadow play for both of us.

 Jan 18: We spent evenings in January reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets before bed. 

Jan 18: We spent evenings in January reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets before bed. 

 Jan 19: 52 Friday prompt - Window Light. I got my tattoo finished up that day and hadn't had time to do a photo before the appointment, so Stella the shop dog was my mostly-willing participant. She's a good girl. 

Jan 19: 52 Friday prompt - Window Light. I got my tattoo finished up that day and hadn't had time to do a photo before the appointment, so Stella the shop dog was my mostly-willing participant. She's a good girl. 

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 Jan 20: Zoey loves drawing and always adds a ton of detail and comes up with remarkably good compositions. This one in particular really struck me when I saw it. As each of the kids develops their own interests and skills I'm really getting an understanding of what veteran parents mean when they talk about being proud of each of their kids for who they are and just enjoying seeing them pursue their passions. I've seen her work really hard and intentionally get better at drawing and it makes me so proud of her.

Jan 20: Zoey loves drawing and always adds a ton of detail and comes up with remarkably good compositions. This one in particular really struck me when I saw it. As each of the kids develops their own interests and skills I'm really getting an understanding of what veteran parents mean when they talk about being proud of each of their kids for who they are and just enjoying seeing them pursue their passions. I've seen her work really hard and intentionally get better at drawing and it makes me so proud of her.

 Jan 21: Was feeling in a funk on this day, so I called my best friend and we took a walk and recharged. Thankful to have her in my life for the past fourteen years. She's a keeper.

Jan 21: Was feeling in a funk on this day, so I called my best friend and we took a walk and recharged. Thankful to have her in my life for the past fourteen years. She's a keeper.

 Jan 22: Transitioning into the period where the kids have space and secrets and conversations I'm not privy to. Its bittersweet. But, mostly sweet. Our next door neighbor is a good friend and playmate. I remember the older girls that lived next door to me when I was little and cherish the memories made with them. I'm thankful my kids have the same thing with some of our neighbors.

Jan 22: Transitioning into the period where the kids have space and secrets and conversations I'm not privy to. Its bittersweet. But, mostly sweet. Our next door neighbor is a good friend and playmate. I remember the older girls that lived next door to me when I was little and cherish the memories made with them. I'm thankful my kids have the same thing with some of our neighbors.

 Jan 23: We've fallen into a pattern of making up bedtime stories, and Justin is known for his Batman Stories™. "Tell us a Batman Story, Daddy! Make Batman have a baby! Make him save ducklings! Make him get married!"

Jan 23: We've fallen into a pattern of making up bedtime stories, and Justin is known for his Batman Stories™. "Tell us a Batman Story, Daddy! Make Batman have a baby! Make him save ducklings! Make him get married!"

 Jan 24: Little Quinnie and her bifocals and two front teeth that are just loose enough that they're popping out like little bunny teeth. 

Jan 24: Little Quinnie and her bifocals and two front teeth that are just loose enough that they're popping out like little bunny teeth. 

 Jan 25: This is my dad's birthday. The kids had been asking to go to the cemetery "to see Grandad" and I felt like they were ready, and I was ready to bring them. They had just turned five when he died and talking through death and loss with them at that age while I was doing my own mourning was really tough. I've never thought of visiting a cemetery as something to look forward to, but all three of them spent the whole week leading up to it saying they were "SO excited" to see Grandad at the cemetery. I made sure they knew he wouldn't really be there, and they said they understood, but they wanted to hug his tombstone and draw him pictures and bring flowers. They were all smiles. My heart broke with the sweet innocence of their joy and completely changed the way I thought about visiting the cemetery. I had a challenging relationship with my dad and have struggled through a lot of feelings at odds with each other. One thing I'm immensely grateful for is the love my kids are able to have for him despite the things that made it tough to be his daughter. I feel like I've honored him in that way and offered him forgiveness, and that gives me a lot of peace. 

Jan 25: This is my dad's birthday. The kids had been asking to go to the cemetery "to see Grandad" and I felt like they were ready, and I was ready to bring them. They had just turned five when he died and talking through death and loss with them at that age while I was doing my own mourning was really tough. I've never thought of visiting a cemetery as something to look forward to, but all three of them spent the whole week leading up to it saying they were "SO excited" to see Grandad at the cemetery. I made sure they knew he wouldn't really be there, and they said they understood, but they wanted to hug his tombstone and draw him pictures and bring flowers. They were all smiles. My heart broke with the sweet innocence of their joy and completely changed the way I thought about visiting the cemetery. I had a challenging relationship with my dad and have struggled through a lot of feelings at odds with each other. One thing I'm immensely grateful for is the love my kids are able to have for him despite the things that made it tough to be his daughter. I feel like I've honored him in that way and offered him forgiveness, and that gives me a lot of peace. 

 Jan 26: 52 Fridays prompt - Big Picture. I was on a plane to spend the weekend with one of my oldest and dearest friends in California, reading a book that came highly recommended, titled Gilead. When I got to this paragraph I started to cry and knew if I kept going it might get out of control, so I had to stop.    “I’d never have believed I’d see a wife of mine doting on a child of mine. It still amazes me every time I think of it. I’m writing this in part to tell you that if you ever wonder what you’ve done in your life, and everyone does wonder sooner or later, you have been God’s grace to me, a miracle, something more than a miracle. You may not remember me very well at all, and it may seem to you to be no great thing to have been the good child of an old man in a shabby little town you will no doubt leave behind. If only I had the words to tell you.”   Each year of my adulthood, as life around me does what it does—ends—I keep re-learning that no day is guaranteed, that all we count on and sometimes foolishly take for granted, can be taken away in a moment. We aren’t promised time on this earth, nor time free from heartbreak. Its enough to make me question what I believe as I see friends and family get sick and lose their battles, and that’s not even considering the broader human suffering in the world, the depth of which takes my breath away when I let myself ponder it for more than a moment. It makes me question my purpose. If I’m living my life well, and worthy of the time I’ve been given. This passage, as I read it today, just wrecked me (in a good way). I thought of my parents, who tried for many years before having children, and were told they wouldn’t. My father, whose first child didn’t survive her childhood and whose ghost has had a significant impact on my life, though we won’t meet earthside. My father, who had a hard time mustering up the words for me, who is now gone as well, who lost his faith, but who I fully believe is the recipient of grace as much as you or I am. The grace given to me in the moment I read this passage was another moment of re-learning. God’s grace is infused in every word of our stories, from before we knew they were ours, and will continue long after we’re gone. Our very lives are gifts God has given to those who love us. We shouldn’t forget that in the midst of all our busy-ness.  

Jan 26: 52 Fridays prompt - Big Picture. I was on a plane to spend the weekend with one of my oldest and dearest friends in California, reading a book that came highly recommended, titled Gilead. When I got to this paragraph I started to cry and knew if I kept going it might get out of control, so I had to stop. 

“I’d never have believed I’d see a wife of mine doting on a child of mine. It still amazes me every time I think of it. I’m writing this in part to tell you that if you ever wonder what you’ve done in your life, and everyone does wonder sooner or later, you have been God’s grace to me, a miracle, something more than a miracle. You may not remember me very well at all, and it may seem to you to be no great thing to have been the good child of an old man in a shabby little town you will no doubt leave behind. If only I had the words to tell you.”

Each year of my adulthood, as life around me does what it does—ends—I keep re-learning that no day is guaranteed, that all we count on and sometimes foolishly take for granted, can be taken away in a moment. We aren’t promised time on this earth, nor time free from heartbreak. Its enough to make me question what I believe as I see friends and family get sick and lose their battles, and that’s not even considering the broader human suffering in the world, the depth of which takes my breath away when I let myself ponder it for more than a moment. It makes me question my purpose. If I’m living my life well, and worthy of the time I’ve been given. This passage, as I read it today, just wrecked me (in a good way). I thought of my parents, who tried for many years before having children, and were told they wouldn’t. My father, whose first child didn’t survive her childhood and whose ghost has had a significant impact on my life, though we won’t meet earthside. My father, who had a hard time mustering up the words for me, who is now gone as well, who lost his faith, but who I fully believe is the recipient of grace as much as you or I am. The grace given to me in the moment I read this passage was another moment of re-learning. God’s grace is infused in every word of our stories, from before we knew they were ours, and will continue long after we’re gone. Our very lives are gifts God has given to those who love us. We shouldn’t forget that in the midst of all our busy-ness.
 

 Jan 27: Los Angeles City Hall. California I do love you.

Jan 27: Los Angeles City Hall. California I do love you.

 Jan 28: A sunrise hike on the Will Rogers trail with these lovebirds talking wedding plans and all the good stuff. So looking forward to their wedding weekend in May. Will be sharing LOADS more from their engagement session on my  wedding blog .

Jan 28: A sunrise hike on the Will Rogers trail with these lovebirds talking wedding plans and all the good stuff. So looking forward to their wedding weekend in May. Will be sharing LOADS more from their engagement session on my wedding blog.

 Jan 29: Unwilling participant.

Jan 29: Unwilling participant.

 Jan 30: Home again, home again.

Jan 30: Home again, home again.

 Jan 31: I did it! One month down!

Jan 31: I did it! One month down!