it's the tiny moments. there are the big things, sure. the milestones, the markers, the great monuments of a life well lived. the large tragedies and comedies that we carry with us, hand down. but i am a big believer in the small, the in between.
i am a working, at home mother to two small children. i spend a large portion of my day dealing with feeding, cleaning, organizing, chaperoning, driving, washing, playing. the big things are the bookends at the end of seasons, the milestones marked by doctor appointments and birthday parties. loose teeth, skinned knees, first words. these are the fireworks.
but i'm talking about the balloons. the tiny puffs of inconsequential day to day life that we carry around with us, tied to strings. so often, i go about my day and i randomly snap pictures of things without thinking too much about it. snap snap snap and each of these moments swell up and float to the top. they stay tied to the chairs i sit in, they wrap around my fingers like diamond rings. they become such a part of our day that my children no longer are afraid they will pop.
All words and pictures are by Krista Knott and are used with permission.