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{keeping it real}

I recently posted a photo of my office on facebook looking super organized, perfectly matching, and there's NOT a kids toy in sight. After I posted this I realized, yeah, it's pretty and all, but it's not the real me. It's a small part of who I am. There's a part of me that loves a  meticulous, matching, bleach white space, but there's another part of me that likes that chewed up and spit out waffle my two year old left on the end table in the living room. It says, hey, I have a little person that lives in this house and I kinda like that part of my life! I love showing this part of me through photography (not the regurgitated food, but the realness of everyday life). Perfect poses and smiles pointed right at the camera always look great, but the moments in between are what make my heart flutter. There's something about a person being themselves that is beautiful. Their soul is showing, not just their smile. What's more breathtaking than a beautiful soul? Be you and let your kids be them, so that someday when you look at that photo, you see a glimpse of who you used to be, not just what you looked like.

Here's the photo of my office looking quite clean, minus the laptop cord;) I can't find anything in this photo that might have sentimental value someday(except maybe the desk that I spent hours painting).

Aaaaand here's a photo of my "usual" kitchen. When I see this thirty years later, I'll see the flowers my husband gave me for Valentines day and remember how every year I keep them until they are crumbling and dead. I'll also see the pile of papers next to the coffee pot and think of how busy we were while Sydney was in school, so busy we always have a load of paperwork in that spot. I think every little thing in this photo holds a memory that will mean something entirely different later in my life. This is real.

Then there's the living room. I mean, what's not to love about this one? ;)