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Behind the Scenes - "This has been great" she said.


Organizing my photos into their "Proper" stacks



I am Indian style sitting folding clothes…its that day when six loads are undone and emptied into the belly of my room to encourage me to get to work…


My soon to be six, oldest never tired girl is there too..yes she's my daughter…because once again "Rest time" didn't rest her, but brought her to me…
"Let's have mommy and Meredith time" she suggests while two others sleep.
I smile and its a date…
Heating grate whirring, baby chest falling up and down asleep…finally...
She side steps baby clothes and freshly washed sheets to get one of her favorite items… a well worn photo book…
I smile…my daughter again…always wanting the back story to photos of people she doesn't know..always hungry to know who and what and why…
She takes the book and spreads school pictures of decades ago like confetti all over the spare mattress by my bed...

"Who is this?" she asks holding up tattered photos from my middle school days…
She separates all my pictures out into the "same kind" stack…
Is she really my daughter?…haha.  So orderly and me so not….Her daddy's daughter.
Every stack according to who is in it …one for girls and one for boys and she must put them all into the album again…
"Is this Jenna?" she says…We smile at some silly picture of me and one of my truest friends still today…almost 20 years later….

I go and pop popcorn and fill two glasses with tea and we have a "Meredith & Mommy date" unexpected and unplanned amidst stacks of washed clothes and poorly taken fun saver photos…
She listens as I tell the stories and she actually asks in astonishment…"Is that really …?" as she stares in disbelief at pictures of people she knows but can't quite understand how they look so different…

She finishes stacking and puts the last photo in place…baby is now awake …
Meredith smiles at me…"This has been great." she simply says…like the final punctuation to a sweet story.  Her way of summing the moments up... Her smile spreads over her face and looks like she might crack open…with joy…

It was a simple handful of moments and I'm glad we spent them together…I'm glad she didn't rest at rest time…I'm glad this almost six year old still wants "her time" with me

And thats the short story behind the scenes...


She finds an unexpected picture of her in baby days


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  1. :) So sweet...and so fun that the two of you could have that time together! Love it...blessings and happy week to you, friend!

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