I’ve confessed before that I’m addicted to rearranging.  That if my husband were blind, he’d be in a body cast.  And today was no different.  I’ve no pictures as of yet to show as proof, because this post isn’t actually about that.

You see, my little addiction stretches beyond the interior of my home and straight to the interior of my mind. That is why my latest post that hasn’t even been on here for twenty-four hours, has already been rearranged and updated.

When I first uploaded A Portrait of Love, I had found myself unable to articulate what I felt (shocking, I know, but it does happen from time to time.)  So I settled for just a few words.  Today, as I looked once more at the pictures of my mom, my heart stirred and my words swirled- forming what you’ll see now when you click on this.

And for some eye candy, here’s two more pictures from that day.  That blue-eyed beauty is my daughter Grace and of course you know that gorgeous woman beside her now.  My mother, Grace’s grandmother.

We were passing through Arkansas on our way to our new home in Maine, and only had twenty-four hours to spend with family.  So these pictures hold a special place in my heart.  I can’t see my mom everyday, but I can see these.

And when I look into the eyes of my children, I see the legacy that is family. And I am blessed.