It was early. Not too early….but early. The sun had just woken up allowing its soft warmth to spread across the field. There weren’t many people out this particular Sunday morning. It was nice. Serene. Quiet.
Colors of Fall had painted the trees behind this sweet family of five…six if you include Patton the dog. Hues of orange and mixtures of yellow meringue. A few trees had lost their leaves for the year–but the majority stood in silent splendor of the season. The field swayed. Golden and perfect. The three kids in front, as if they knew just what to do. Anna had a quiet beauty, much like her moms. A gentle way about her and a sweet aroma that trailed where she went. Drew and Wyatt were much like their dad. Funny but not the loud and overbearing kind. It was nice really, finding moments to capture at the start of a new day. There’s just something about the new light that brings with it new hope and restored promise.
Patton walked wherever we went. She knew who her people were hers….from the two that called her their own, to the growing family with kids that she delighted in protecting. She was just as much a part of them as the rest. Light bounced gently off the water. A little nook no one else seemed to venture into. But we did. And we talked and we laughed and we found moments together that we decided wouldn’t be forgotten. So here they are, each one theirs. Theirs from that sleepy, sunshiney morning in Kansas City.