"To me, there are three things we should all do everyday. We should do this everyday of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh everyday. Number two is think. You spend some time in thought.  And number three is, you should have your emotion moved to tears, could be happiness or joy.  But think about it. If you laugh, you think  and you cry; that's a full day.  That's a heck of a day.  You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something really special." ~Jim Valvano

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome! Lots of laughter, lots of thought and lots of emotional moments (not necessary all tears of happiness or joy but tears and emotion nonetheless)took place this week!

Thank you for stopping by a revisiting my week with me!!  I am so happy you are here!! Here's my week in reverse.....

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“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.” 
~Debra Ginsberg

There is so much grey area in parenting. To push them forward when they protest or give in. Why do we push them forward and why do we give in. There's a right answer for each of those questions I ask myself on a daily (momentary) basis. 

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The Daily Frame | 20 of 365 
"Enjoy every moment you have. Because in life, there are no rewinds, only flashbacks." ~Anmol Andore

One of the harshest truths of life. You can only relive those moments in halves or bits.

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"Sometimes you will never know the value of something, until it becomes a memory." ~Dr. Seuss

I just wanted to play with some light that was coming into the bedroom so I asked him to sit in the middle of the bed and I grabbed a photo book of our trip to Ireland for him to look at. I thought that I was going to have to move quickly, as I usually have to when he's involved in a photo I'm taking. But he looked at the photos and flipped through the book. His reaction wasn't what I expected. There are a couple pics for today so you can see how his reaction grew into even more interest and appreciation of the millions of memories I captured on our trip.

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"Be more concerned with your character than your reputation, because your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are." ~John Wooden

My brother is an amazing artist. He's never taken an art class in his life. He draws a single squiggle line, sees something and draws it. He has numerous art pads full of sketches and drawings. I am photographing his art today. So I decided to have some fun with it too. This is my "art" next to his.

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"My soul is full of whispered song, my blindness is my sight; The shadows that I feared so long are full of light and life." ~Alice Cary
Oh dimly lit rooms of winter days, I will embrace and conquer you!

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“Childhood memories were like airplane luggage; no matter how far you were traveling or how long you needed them to last, you were only ever allowed two bags. And while those bags might hold a few hazy recollections—a diner with a jukebox at the table, being pushed on a swing set, the way it felt to be picked up and spun around—it didn’t seem enough to last a whole lifetime.” ~Jennifer E. Smith

We grew up in a condominium. We had a garage, which held everything except our car  The rafters above held Christmas and other holiday bins. My Dad's countless tools lined the ground along the walls; a steamfitters helmet we all took turns wearing at some point, the weird plumbing tubes you could never figure out and numerous hard hats. A bike for each of us always leaned one against the next. All the neighborhood kids gathered around our messy garage for the summer lemonade stands. When my Dad was home you could always find him in the garage with his cigarettes, puttering around or looking for something to fix something else. I can still smell that garage. On the odd weekend Id spend hours organizing the garage....tools here, bikes and toys here, holiday decorations there. We lived in that condo for 18 years. When my Mom died, we moved. All our things were moved from that garage too and you know, to this day we are still looking for things that probably got thrown out and remain only in the recesses of our memories. This is what I thought, all of this, when I saw this image. Her standing in our garage..it is new to us and empty. The Christmas bins are in the back and now my husbands tools will be housed there. We park our car there too. I wonder what role this garage will play in her memories. Perhaps she'll just remember this is where Mom took pictures when she wanted really nice light. Maybe it will be "Just" a garage.

This concludes week 3! Thank you for revisiting my week with me!  

Please move on in the circle to the next photographer extraordinaire, Jasmine Keath Photography | Melbourne, Australia
https://jasminekeathphotography.wordpress.com/?p=36  This lady is one of my all time favorites so you are in for a real treat...you should visit her Facebook page and leave her some love there too!