Glinda the Good Witch: A Photo Shoot

At some point this winter, Clementine shared with my mom her desire for a Glinda the Good Witch costume. I didn't hear her confession but will tell you that my daughters spend a great deal of time in Nana's lap, giggling over and talking (in hushed tones) about girlie things. ("Mama!" they cried on a rare day that I'd applied make-up: "You're wearing mascara like Nana!")

And who--with a foot that, post-surgery, needs propped fairly often--spends days putting together a play dress of carefully-preserved taffeta (not to mention a crown and wand) with sparkly accents? My mom.

The birthday package arrived between pink eye and a snow, but I promised photos and took these yesterday while Cade watched over Charleigh and Chip (because anything for Nana!). They're completely unedited: just straight out of my camera and, with one exception, in order of how I took them.

It's been a hard, little season in some ways, but I look at these photos and feel my deep-down blessedness: my mom (her heart and talent); my daughter (her beauty and imagination); my log cabin in the woods; my camera to capture it all.