For the Love of Rain Boots & Words

I miss writing and telling stories.

The last few years really sucked the creative energy out of me and somewhere along the way, I decided I don’t have anything to say — anything worth saying, worth reading, anything that hasn’t already been written or read.

Be that as it may, I miss words and stories. I miss taking and sharing photos. And I’ve found lately that when I DO share, something inside of me lights up.

So here’s to words and stories… just for the love of them, just for the fun of them…even if that’s all there ever is.

My kids go all the way through a pair of rain boots every summer. It’s turned into a bit of a tradition for me, buying them each a shiny new pair come spring. Already, my son’s boots are splattered with paint (and ever covered in mud).

I wish I had thought at the very first pair to start saving them — how I’d love a photo of all those little rainboots lined up in a row as a testament to the years gone by. At least I’m smart enough now to document them along the way.

Here’s to summer days whittled away in rainboots. And to words written and shared, photos taken and cherished…just for the love of it, just for the love of them.