Dear Daughters,
Today is the first day of fall, so we here. There is little evidence to prove such claims here in South Texas outside of the fact that the heat index didn't quite reach 100.
I know you are long overdue for a letter from your Mama, and to be honest, I'm doing this out of discipline, not because I have anything in particular that I want to say other than this - This next season, it will be very easy for me to become all consumed with myself. As your teacher, as a photographer, as a neighbor and friend, it's an excited couple of months that lay ahead of us. But I want you to know that I'm trying my hardest to put our Jesus first.
Lily,
u are a gentle, dramatic little thing, who refuses to stop inching up towards the sky. Your Jesus comes oozing out of you in ways you are still unsure of how to handle, but it's still all the beautiful to witness. My prayer for you right now, as you are finding your way in your social circles, and your role as my student, is that you would always find your worth and value in Jesus. His calling for you is more precious than any acclaim I or anyone else can give you.
Norah Jean,
Your curiosity is peaking now like I've never seen. You're full of questions, ones that few have the answer to, and your little head is always spinning, while your mouth is always going. We are trying to figure out our relationship as mommy/teacher and daughter/student and you have been very gracious in the process. You are wild, and I am excited that with fall comes relief for your little body that will allow you to get all of those rambunctious wiggles out by day's end.
Phoebe,
u may quite possibly be the most mischievous two year old on the whole of Earth. You are into everything and keeping you contained seems to be my biggest task every day. My heart is anxious for a house largely in part so that I can send you outside to play in a fenced in yard whenever your mud eating, circle running, shrill screaming self wants to. But for now, our walks around our apartment complex, trips to the park, and hikes up our stairs will have to do. You are full of words, and have the cutest lisp, calling for your "thithterth" often.
Welcome to another fall, my Burke Lady Loves,
All my love,
Mama