365 Project Day 236: My Girls

Canon 5D Mark ll, 50 1.2L, 4.5 aperture, 1/320 shutter, 100 ISO

(These are busy times at the Morgan house. I hope you don’t mind that I posted pics from last week for this blog.)

I am a blessed mother of two daughters.

When I awoke this morning, my french press was cleaned and ready for my use. My Annie did that. Then, as I turned on the kettle to warm the water, I heard Katie singing in worship upstairs. Such a sweet sound that I have heard so many times. Both of them sing often. Annie almost always walks in the door singing. It is how I know she is home. These are just a few of the things I will miss next week as they both venture into new places in their lives. They are both leaving within three days of one another. How will my heart bear it? I do not know. I find myself counting gifts all day long these days.

Here are a few.

1. The way Annie asks me if I am okay in the dressing room next to hers at Forever 21, as we search for clothes for our family photo shoot tomorrow.

2. The soft cheeks of both my girls, and how they let me caress their hair and faces, just because.

3. Seeing Annie buried in a book in different corners of the house.

4. The intermittent phone calls from Katie, as she goes throughout her day. She is my quality time girl, always just wanting to be near and pass the time with us.

5. Folding their laundry. The softness of their clothes and the color palettes they choose. Each unique. Each feminine and exquisite in their own way.

6. Katie at her guitar or on the piano always writing music, always singing.

7. Annie practicing the James Taylor song on mandolin that her daddy taught her.

8. Choosing items at the grocery store that I know they both love. (Kemp’s Moose Tracks frozen yogurt.!)

9. The sound of “girl” shoes on the wooden steps as they scurry to get out of the house to go somewhere.

10. Laughter. Oh, the laughter. A song in itself, lilting and lighting up my world.

And that is barely scratching the surface. There is dancing, mani-pedi’s, sharing secrets, talking about boys, taking walks, sitting on the porch, and singing in the car together. The list goes on and on. I will miss them profoundly, but I am so proud of them. Like a mama bird, I will encourage them to fly, while I watch, with feathers puffed and ready to fly to their defense.

I think they are ready to fly.

I also think Johnny is worried I will smother him to death next week when they leave. I will do my best to give him some space. A little, anyway.:)

Psalm 37:25,26 ~ “I was young and now I am old,  yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread. They are always generous and lend freely; their children will be a blessing.”