I am one of those people that over share (sorry to the beautiful new friend I met yesterday and told her half of my life story). I’m an over thinker, over eater, I’m always going over. Under does not seem to be my direction. A perfect example of this is the amount of photos in my blog posts. I just can’t help myself….I could pick out 10 photos that would give you the gist of what I do, but then does it really? because one place I don’t mind over doing is my photo taking.
I meet these incredibly, genuine, beautiful people and how do you expect me not to go nutzo and take a kabillion photos in our time together. Their younger son greets me at the door as if I’m his long lost friend that has missed seeing his toys and all his Thor moves. The older son busting out the best dance moves and their sweet sister who came several weeks early is content as can be. AND THEN THE PARENTS… the genuine kindness their kids greeted me with was double time in their parents. They were so present, soaking in their new baby girl and the joy of their sons. I could have stayed all day soaking in their warmth, but one thing I’m really working at is not over staying.