We were together. I forget the rest.

DenaApril 4, 2014

We’ve got reason to believe that, at long last, spring has finally sprung. We’ve been sucking up all that the warm weather & sunny skies have had to offer for the past couple of days. I’ve been spending time with my sweetest, little love — which is my very favourite way to spend time.

On yesterday’s walk, I put him down in the grass for the first time. He didn’t know what to make of it. He went back & forth between shock, horror, and indifference. He wanted nothing more than for me to pick him up & get him outta there. I suppose that being stuck inside for an entire season — unable to touch the earth for three+ feet of snow — will do that to a child. He warmed to it a little bit eventually. I look forward to watching him become further acquainted with the beauty of the earth.

The title of this post is a Walt Whitman quote — We were together. I forget the rest. It’s often how I feel about time spent with my sweet boy. When we’re together everything else falls away. He breathes magic into every, little thing. I cherish him with each beat of my heart.

Comments (5)

  • Crista at Hands and Hearts More Than Full

    April 4, 2014 at 11:35 am

    Once again you’ve captured your town and your tot in the most gorgeous light, I love it! Also, you reminded me of one of my favorite photos – the first time I put my twins in the grass – such a sweet, natural, earth-loving moment! Nicely done once again mama, sending you love! xo

    1. Dena

      April 5, 2014 at 8:35 am

      Thanks so much, Crista! <3 Thank heaven for natural light. xo

  • Gillian

    April 5, 2014 at 7:18 pm

    love these photos!! they read just like a poem 🙂 as i’m looking at your photos here, i feel like we have such a similar style of photographing life.

    1. Dena

      April 6, 2014 at 9:50 am

      thank you! it’s such a compliment to know that we have a similar style, as i really adore your photography. <3

  • Misty

    April 7, 2014 at 2:00 am

    Ha, my kid detested grass on her first moments of contact with it, too. She would refuse to move when we set her down in it or even touch it with her hands. She would just reach out for help until someone saved her. Lovely photos, lovely boy 🙂

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