head full of doubt, road full of promise

stars hide your fire, these here are my desires, and i won't give them up to you this time around
and so, i'll be found, with my stake stuck in this ground, marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul.
you, you've gone to far this time, you have neither reason nor rhyme
for which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine.
(-mumford. because... who else would write that?)

I like this photo. And this song.


flower court and surrybrook

Here you might see an ordinary family on an ordinary front porch.

But here I see,

Bekah. The loyal and brave oldest sister. The audaciously bright girl, with determination for days.
Joe. The kind and safe older brother. Compassionate and giving, always the one taking things for the team.
Jessica. The soft sister, graceful and calm, who sees the good in every living thing without much effort.
Kate. The pleasant middle child, with a smile on her face ready to find a place for anyone in her heart.
James. The beautiful baby boy, with so much brightness and humor and sensitivity in that little face.
It's missing John Paul- the oldest child and brother who died before any of us were born, a child of light and perfectness with a beaming smile.
And Laura- our Laura love. The perfect end to our family who came a few months later. The youngest sister with perfect curls and the good of the whole world in her eyes.

Here you might see an ordinary family, but I see something extraordinary, a whole life in front of each one of those little faces, a life waiting to happen.