This picture makes me so happy. I keep looking and looking and looking at it. The blessings in my life are abundant. There are the obvious ones; Happy, healthy child, happy healthy husband.
And the not quite so obvious ones.
Martin is standing. Upright. After his broken leg in April life was rough for a while. With the help of family and neighbors we got through it.
Church name tag. Not visible, but I know it is there. He works for God. That makes me very deeply happy.
Martin’s Smile. Yes, he still smiles like that when he sees me. and I smile right back. Wouldn’t you?
Martin has lost some weight. We both need to lose more. But we are way healthier than we were a year ago. Progress.
The picture is taken on our church grounds. I grew up being very comfortable at our church becasue my mother worked there. It was like a home to me. It makes me happy that Ginny is growing up in a similar situation.
Ginny’s smile. I love her smile in this picture. It is not a “picture perfect” expression…but it shows how much she adores her papa.
The pink rose petal in Ginny’s hand is special to me too. I don’t like pink. I’ve tried to steer Ginny towards purples and blues. She looks stunning in denim blue because of her blue eyes. But she has a mind of her own, and in color preferences she is starting to choose pink. I enjoy watching her figure out what she likes for herself, especially when her choices run counter to mine in little things like color preferences. She is gaining independence.
I love how tightly Martin is holding her, and how enthusiastic Ginny is about being in her papa’s arms. Security. Trustworthy.
The grey in Martin’s beard makes me smile, because he didn’t have any when we started dating. I have watched it happen. That represents years and mileage together. Longevity.
Ginny’s hair blowing in the wind makes me happy. She chose that haircut and it is great on her. I was always into long hair on little girls, but she rocks the short hair look and is completely little girlie and feminine while having a hassle-free haircut. Win-win!
Martin takes time to play. We had things to do and places to be, but he got out of the car and came back to play with us as Ginny examined roses and I snapped pictures. Then he hoisted her up and headed for the car. I said “wait, I want a picture of that” and instead of being annoyed with me for yet another delay, he turned and beamed at me while Ginny clung to his head. That is one patient, fun, loving, kind, generous man.
Thank you Lord. You have been so so so very good to me.