Monday, August 8, 2011

When the Living Was Easy...

Sometimes I wish I was a kid again... Life was less complicated and there was no fear.  Sure, there was an occasional nightmare, but anxiety was practically non-existent.  Growing up with my siblings was fantastic and a childhood worthy of envy.  We imagined away days at a time.  We walked barefoot through our backyard and turned trees into homes.  We did not realize the foundation we were building to jump start the rest of our lives together. 

Innocence is something undervalued in my life.  I wish I was naive to some things and I wish I was less aware of the evil and corruption in the world.  I would be less afraid and more willing.  I would be less skeptical and more excited.  I would be less doubtful and more hopeful.

When I look at these pictures I am reminded to love the simple and the ordinary. 
To turn couches and blankets into a fort and an adventure... 
To never be embarassed of slipping and falling...
To lay and look at clouds or stars...
To be excited about a train or an airplane...
To think of the world as what surrounds me...
To love simple because you they exist...
To never care what someone looks like or how they dress...
To play...





All of these pictures are me (and Christian my twin makes a guest appearance).  I'm not sure why my mom dressed me up like Aunt Jemima as a baby...

I want to start looking at life through the eyes of a child sometimes - bewilderment and awe at the shear magnitude of things.  Have you ever gone back to a childhood place and realized how small it was?  I love that.  Seeing the world as big and important is something adults do not do enough.  I think being intimidated by the vastness of it all is important.

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