November 7

I was supposed to meet my parents at the Ag Center today to take some Fall pictures of them and Peanut, but I spiked a fever to go with my sore throat that started yesterday.  I told them if they’d like, they could just come to my house and we could take some pictures in my backyard and at my neighbor’s house (she’s the “Yard of the Month” winner and her fall decorations are lovely).   Peanut is getting to where she has little interest in having her picture made if it means she has to pose or sit still in one place.   

 I had no idea how she’d handle the pictures today.  While she was a little wiggly, I managed to get some very sweet pictures of her with "Nana and Pawpaw."  

As I’ve mentioned in past posts,  one of my most fervent prayers is that my Daddy stays healthy—both physically and mentally—long enough for my little girl to know him and remember him.  He’s already changed so much, so I hope that by the time she is old enough to really understand who he is and to begin making memories of him that he hasn’t gotten too feeble.    I have no way of knowing what the future holds, though, so days like this—and pictures like these—are so special to me because I am creating a history for my daughter.  And to be honest, I feel a little bit like this about all of the pictures we make.  It’s easy to fear old age or sickness or dementia, but we never know when someone we love could be suddenly taken away.  People on Facebook probably think I’m nuts to post so many pictures of my child and her “entourage” (ha ha), but I want to make sure that my Peanut gets to see all the fun she had as a baby and toddler—and all the people with whom she had that fun.  

So for today, I’m thankful for another set of fun, precious pictures with people I love.  And I’m thankful for each day my Daddy is still the Daddy I know.    Though there have been some very dramatic changes, there is still a lot of spark left.  I pray it keeps burning bright for many years to come. 

A few more I will treasure...