Feast of Color

I have taken somewhere close to a bazillion pictures over the last month. I am finally getting to them. I am always amazed at how much I like the colors I’ve painted in my house when I look through my pictures. I don’t notice it so much when I’m just sitting here. But looking at my pictures of people I love makes me happy because they feel full and rich like a good meal. For someone who is not happy a whole lot, that’s saying something…

I’ll start with these from Mackenzie’s visit last month. Dear Mackenzie. Mackenzie who enters and listens and bes (pronounced “beez”) and holds babies and hugs her knees so well. Mackenzie who is a photographer and my friend and yet, up to this point I have had no pictures of her. It’s all remedied now.

My brother’s family came and we had coffee

Some cute girls that I know had wet hair and no makeup and didn’t really want their picture taken, but I took it anyway

Grace and Simeon played computer games

Simeon is an expert player

Uncle Chris and Mack talked theology

Uncle Chris is kinda cute sometimes

He gets tuckered out easily

Nathan sang us a song about a man and a knife


And even though I swore that the last time was the last time I would ever sing a certain song, I got talked into doing it one last time

I gave it my all, which was good because I’ll never sing it again as long as I live. Ever.


It made Mackenzie laugh

Mackenzie’s pretty

Callie sang us a song too with her wet hair and no makeup. Everything about it was beautiful.

Goodness abounded

Thanks for sharing your life with us, Kenz.