Once upon a time, a baby was born.
Never, never start a story this way if you can help it. It is unimaginative and bores readers to no end, often causing them to immediately put the book down and label it as a dreadfully stodgy hum-drum. But in this instance it is allowable. For the following story must begin at the beginning, and not flaunt its whimsical ending in the readers face and ruin the climax before it’s time.
This baby was wrinkled and red. She had a large appetite and a larger voice. Her days consisted of eating, crying, sleeping, eating, crying, sleeping ….. and did I mention eating? This voracious appetite that she possessed was her means of gaining inches and pounds quickly and scaling levels in the pre-established pecking order of ten siblings.
One day she was our chubby little baby.
The next day, she was a bouncy little girl. A little girl with feelings, emotions, and a laugh that made us laugh when we heard it. She went from being the “baby”, to introducing herself as “Kristen Anne.” When asking for food continuously, we cautioned her against the possibility of becoming obese. She promptly replied, “But I want to be ‘bese!”
We checked under her bed for empty super-food packages that could make you grow to a whopping three feet overnight.
We had blinked …..
….. she had changed, grown up …
….. and though we missed her coos and giggles, we were mesmerized to listen to her think out loud, to hear her view on life, on herself …. and on us. ;)
on a spring walk adventure …..
the afternoon sunshine was calling our name, so we went for a stroll down the driveway. when I saw the streaks of gold which fell across the road, I naturally bent down to get a picture. she kept on walking, then noticed I was no longer with her. she stopped, turned around and watched me for a moment before saying “are you gettin’ a pitchur of me? I can be a model.” and she posed without a second thought. I smiled and thanked God for reminding me that the rare gold of her heart is far more precious than any earthly sunbeam. || treasure those moments. they pass so quickly. ❤️
on a golden light adventure ….
I was on my way downstairs, hurrying to go outside and take a picture of the evening’s golden light. then I saw her. she was sitting silently on the sofa, her face turned to the light and soaking up the quiet gold of the moment. something inside of me broke as I saw the childish innocence on her face, and I thought back to the last time I had sat still, not talking, not moving … just soaking up the beautiful and simple moments of life + pure joy. it had been too long. “can I join you?” I asked.
on a planned photo adventure …
I saw the shadows flicker across her face and on sudden impulse I whispered, “can I take a picture of you?” she looked up quickly, laughed; she posed, than stopped. “your iPod is broken. let me fix it. you pushed the wrong button” she said. I smiled and let her fix it.
it made a better photo, anyways. ❤️
on a traveling adventure ….
I looked at her and squealed. she looked at me and squealed even louder. we were leaving in an hour to go camping and visit with long-time-no-see friends and it was hard to tell who was more excited between the two of us. then she smirked. “wivia, how ’bout take a pitchur of us togedder waughing?”
we brushed our hair out of our eyes and smiled. then without warning, she made a funny face and I burst out laughing. with one small click, a memory of a lifetime was captured.
on quiet time adventures ….
it had been a long day, running here and running there. after walking what seemed to be millions of miles through strange hallways, we were finally able to sit down in the lobby. on an impulse we started scrolling through pictures, laughing and whispering. she caught sight of the above picture. her face bore a look of horror. “wivia, that’s a bad pitchur. wook at Kristen Anne’s face! let’s do another.”
so we did. and now you tell us which one you like better?
Kristen Anne with-an-e, I look forward to many more adventures together!