This.

I took the girls to the park yesterday. It was empty, except for one little girl about Stella's size who started jogging toward our car as I was parking. She must have figured there would be someone to play with in our group who was more exciting than her grandma. Stella's feet hit the ground and wasting no time on introductions or explanations they ran off together for the swings, then the slides, then under the bridge where they made lunch for everyone with mulch and leaves. 

Is it impressive to anyone else how kids just do this? How they throw themselves into vulnerability with abandon? How they show up in their little lives with no guarantees? How content they are with whatever is in front of them, wasting no energy on the anticipation of change or loss or the arrival of something better?

That little girl in the parking lot, she knows what's up.

This is what you have been waiting for, my brother used to say to me.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This, sort of looking around.

-Marie Howe

 Herbal soup - a Stella specialty.

Herbal soup - a Stella specialty.

 Babies checking out babies.

Babies checking out babies.

This entry is part of an "11 on 11" series I'm participating in with some photographers whose work inspires me: Sara Kaleho (MN)Sanna Lee (MN)Marie Sant (UT)Kelly Sweda (CA), and Brandi Tejeda (CO. We all post 11 photos on the 11th of each month, just for fun.

We link to each other to create a blog circle. You can follow along by checking out Marie's post. She does some really pretty things with light. I always really love her photos and edits.

(Is this something that has been on your mind, too? If so, I would love to hear from you. Let's share observations and encouragement. You can email me at brookeschmoe@gmail.com.)