day five : from a high angle

When a person only stands five feet and four inches tall, from a high angle has a completely different meaning.  I didn't feel like digging out a ladder, but did drag out the stepstool in yard to take a few photos. However, those were not too thrilling or exciting.


So, instead, I stood on the chair and repurposed table in our bedroom to take this photo.  It started as an empty bed, but in short intervals following my climbing atop the table, the kiddos came into the bedroom, one by one.   Just as they do oftentimes.   

OUR bed.  The family bed.

We might go to sleep here without a  kiddo, but most times one or the other makes their way into the bed during the night.  If not at night, then during the daytime hours they use it to lay and tell stories, they use it as a bouncy dance floor as they belt out tunes karaoke style with the computer nearby or they use it to show off their limber bodies in styles reminiscent to gymnastics.  

It does not matter to them that there is no fancy headboard or footboard duo. They do not care that the comforters are mismatched in color and pattern with the rest of the bedroom decor.  They don't even care that the bed is unmade.

What matters most to them, those two sweet K-kiddos, is that this bed is full of love.  They retreat here for comfort during the day and beg for hugs. They come here at night for a safe haven, a warm place to feel protected from all the fears of the night, and for a hug from us. 

I know one day too soon this will stop and they will not want to snuggle with us.  I will embrace these memories for a long, long time.

Simple love of our family.