This is the time of year when we count our blessings. It is easy to see the big things. Family, love, friends, home, work, food, health, comfort. We are so very fortunate.
I want to notice the littler things as well, those that surround me every day. The ones I rush past. They matter too.
This wall is in our upstairs hall. It's a short, skinny hallway made for connecting rooms, not much else. I couldn't even stand back far enough to take a full-on picture of the whole wall (this is half), our gallery of babies and days gone by. Prints dropped into lucite box frames- mostly from the time when we could only view pictures as prints. The lovelies have grown up, but thanks to Maggie, who made a day-long project of this, we can stop here to remember. Gratefully.
Erin, Maggie 1983
"Gratitude is the memory of the heart."