I'm not sure how it happened
My absence, that is.
It began with a little bit of a break from the internet.
After Christmas, Daddy Mock and I sat down and came up with a game plan for my business. Truth is, it has no purpose but to pay for the kids' schooling. It's quite difficult to tame something that has much promise, but my priority is my family and our goal is to protect our marriage and raise our children up to who God destined them to be, which in our family, means me home and guiding them in that direction.
We agreed that one shoot a week would be the limit. It's been one month of sticking to that plan, and surprisingly, I booked up half the year already. I guess that's what happens when you limit things! It was also a sure sign of God's approval for the plan.
With the new routine, it's been amazing, completely doable and rewarding.
So little time is spent away from my family, but the minutes that are become a world of creativity and a love story between a gift the Lord has given me and the time I get to indulge in it. It's a happy medium.
Our days have been filled with adventure. The need and or desire to hop online has been replaced with rock throwing, sun bathing, chatting with friends and wrestling. Family has come in and out, friends sprinkle the day with flavor. The last few weeks have been a very special time for us. This may be why I haven't posted much lately. We are still here, we are still active and enjoying life; I suppose I am just not motivated to publicize nor document it.
It's amazing how taking time away from something creates less of a need for it. I have been a bit sad about not capturing certain moments, writing down certain sayings, or sharing certain information, however, this private month we have has been somewhat of a secret gift. I think I needed it and I feel that the absence of my camera in our daily adventures has done nothing but added more adventure, more time, and less distractions from doing what's important with my kids.
It feels good, it suits my family too.
We'll be back. Who knows how often and when next, but in the meantime, yes, we are here and enjoying each moment (as long as it doesn't involve cutting hands open, poop accidents, or a trio of whining children).