While all of the family went to church, little Eliza and I held a mini-photo shoot because she is just. so. precious. One tiny little week old.
I rummaged around through my closets in search of some textures and colors and fell in love with this baby pink scarf. Isn't it perfect?
The irony of how I, myself, looked, and of how my home looked as I was taking pictures of this beautiful little scene was humorous to me, and part of me wished I had turned the camera around to snap a picture of the disheveled mess of real life.
But instead, I found sweetness in creating a little piece of beauty right in the middle of all the chaos. I moved the cereal bowls and boxes from the kitchen table to the kitchen counter, and I moved the milk there, too. Because sometimes putting the milk in the fridge seems like going the extra mile. I wiped the dried eggs and syrup off of the table with a warm washcloth and kicked all the shoes and crusty bread pieces out of my camera's sight.
And then I put a sweet, white basket in the center of the space I had cleared. And I filled it with soft fabrics, and pulled my favorite arrangement of flowers to stand beside it.
I didn't pretend that the chaos wasn't there, just there, all around me. I didn't pretend that my teeth were brushed or that my hair was silky and clean. I just focused on the beauty that was right in front of my eyes. The little smile, the tiny fingers, the perfect nose, and the sweetest, milky skin.
And I felt blessed.