Weekend Adventures

It has become an Easter tradition for the boys to wear Lederhosen on Easter.  Yes, I know, it is not going to fly much longer with the oldest but I hold on to what I can with him these days.  When he was born our neighbors gave him a pair.  He was able to wear them the next year at Easter and so it began.  Last year he finally outgrew that pair that Junah now wears, and E got a new pair that will last for years.  With Easter Weekend being so very glorious what better time to get the boys some Easter pictures at the castle up the street from where E was born and first lived.  I was fighting with the harsh light all day, so not my best shot ever, BUT it pretty much captures the adventure I live called Motherhood.
~Leah Garland  

My weekend  charm seems to always be you ~

Your laughter, your bright smile, your hundred questions of why and  the silly things you do.

Your nose nuzzles and songs. Your cuddles and stories. Your sweet face as you sleep.

Your witty and your wisdom. Your innocent prayers and your love.  Your childhood. Your adventure.

~On this day adventure was found,  running wild with the grass between your toes, wind in your hair and laughter upon your face.

Yes my lovies, my daily charm is you ........
~Catherine Anne

Weekend Adventures

Weekends are filled with countless adventures. Extravagant and simple.

I have found that the simple adventures are the most extravagant to my heart. This weekends charm for me was in the moment of footsie. My daughter and I sitting in the garden row, playing footsie in the dirt.

One day my love, you will outgrow my lap, but you will never outgrown my heart.

You see my heart will continue to grow.

~Catherine Anne

~Leah Garland

“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.”

Jawaharlal Nehru

Netherlands and Motherhood

Sometimes I feel as if  there are not enough days in the weekend.  The days of a weekend  are filled with new adventures. They are different, not the same.  We make of them what we choose. It may be exploring the Netherlands or time spent with a dear friend.

I was fortunate enough to be able to take a girls weekend trip to the Netherlands. I officially want to be a Dutch Girl, ride on the back of my cute little dutch mans bike, legs crossed and poised, living under the windmills, tulips, sheep and mini horses. The city is so charming and old. I adored it. ~ Leah Garland

The weekend charm for me was spending time with a dear friend. In this photograph her daughters have the security in the knowledge of her presence and the love from her heart. As the babe enjoys the warmth in her mothers arms and the  food from her breasts. The sight of a mother, mothering her children. This is one of the most beautiful moments in life.............. ~ Catherine Anne