getting there.

I have spent the last two nights curled up on the couch looking at some of the pictures I have taken in the past couple of months. I know it's not possible to document all life's moments on here, but I sure do enjoy keeping up with it as much as I can.

I am happy when I take photographs.  I enjoy posting pictures on this site as it makes me feel connected with my family and friends in Canada. I like knowing that it allows them a glimpse into our life here in California since there are many miles between us. Of course, not all moments are captured and put on display here; George having a kinipshin fit, the kitchen in a state of disarray, a picture of my greasy hair with Vincent full of spit-up. Those are saved for our little family album.

I am amazed though at the emotions I feel as I flip through my photo albums, or even look back at old posts on this blog. Happy, melancholy, contemplative, joyful, homesick; so many emotions pictures can evoke. A picture can make me burst out in laughter. I come across a photo that I just have to show Travis and it takes us back to that day, that time in our life and those memories often stay on my mind as I fall asleep at night. How lovely it is that we can do this.

And so, another night I sit here on the couch, trying to catch up by putting the pictures of the last month on here. I'm getting there.

I realized that I don't have many pictures of Travis and I on this blog so I thought I'd add this one that I took with my phone a few weeks ago when we took advantage of his parents in town watching the boys. Driving down Sunset Blvd., top down, tunes blaring, on our way to our favorite Jazz spot.  One of those giddy moments that I didn't want to end.