At two opposite ends of the house yesterday, I found these nearly identical scenes. Pieces of our life, relics of our day. The things left behind, and the things we always keep close by. I have a feeling that years from now these kinds of photographs will speak to me of so many small moments of our days that might otherwise be too easily forgotten. They'll remind me of slow knitting, and children that outgrew sweaters before they were even finished. Or of the fervor with which a castle is being constructed in Calvin's mind. Or of the way Adelaide insists on walking around with an empty sippy cup all day. Or the obsession Ezra has with turning that lamp off and on over and over again in the morning to wake us up. Yup, the things in these photographs might remind me of all those things. But for now, they're just our tools - the instruments of our days.
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