Thanksgiving

Christmas is over, and guess what--I didn't do much with the old camera. Thought about it a couple of times, but decided I'd rather enjoy the moment than miss it behind the lens. But I'm glad I spent our day at the beach over Thanksgiving snapping pictures. Here's the only one of Mike and me. Mike's taking the picture, so don't mistake his expression of concentration for an expression of constipation.
Mostly I took pictures of my children. Something about the light on the water highlights the beauty of the kids. And I really like my kids. Here's what they did.

Mike and Tyler had to flex their muscles and compete. It is Muscle Beach, after all.

Raelynn and Miles also had to compete, and for the same reasons Mike and Tyler had to. Siblings, you know.

Miles lost interest, but Raelynn wouldn't quit.

This is just Paige, looking like her wild self.

From there, to the sand! To the sand!
Miles spent most of his time running toward the water....

and away from the water. Always testing his boundaries, physical and otherwise, that one.

When that got old, he dug.

Raelynn was a little more contemplative. Paige mostly stuck to the sand, which was smart since it was chilly.

I love any picture where I can see my babies twice. Lately I've just been really feeling the joy of them. That they exist as they do leaves me feeling almost stricken with the miracle of it. Dumbfounded. Awestruck. You get the idea. I gives thanks, indeed.