March 2, 2012
As I was working on these images, I was trying to think of a story of when we were younger (my brother and I) to post with these pictures, but I was drawing blank. Until, I remembered a simple and short memory instead. I remembered a time when my brother hugged me. It wasn’t the kind of hug that your mom makes you give to your little siblings because you had to as part of your apology. It was a simple hug that meant the world to me because it was… Just because. It wasn’t the first hug, but it was a different kind of hug. Something that felt like I’m-so-glad-you’re-in-my-life kind of hug. Remembering that small memory, I thank God for blessing me with a brother and two sisters. He could have just made a couple have one child and no more, but no, we are able to have someone who we call, brother or someone who we call, sister. I thank Him for that.
Older siblings are better than young, I don’t know how any of them put up with me when we were younger. At age three I’d always break their toys, scribble on their homework, or spill drinks on their things. I would not have liked me if I had myself as a little sister. But God shows mercy upon each and every one of us and to me, He made me the youngest. Ha ha. He just somehow knew that I needed older siblings than young ones. He knew that if I was the oldest and had three younger siblings, I wouldn’t be able to survive the pressure, the responsibility, and the diaper changes. ;) Therefore He made my wonderful sister Ann the oldest and she was a great role-model to us all. Which by the way celebrated her birthday yesterday. Eli following her, with being the only brother we three sisters needed. Olga, the third in row, being the first of us to make it to a classy University… And me… Just plain me. :)
I have a lot to be thankful for.
Eli, I can’t say thank you enough times for coming out and being my model… You were a natural pro. ;)
December 26, 2011
It was March 2011. It was still chilly outside though the weather tried to fool us every now and then with a few additional snow flakes here and there. We opened the double white door and stepped inside of what became one of our favorite places to be at. Quietly and swiftly we found ourselves a seat on the very last pew, not wanting to get any more attention than we have already. And it began… The very first day of a new chapter in our lives. One that has changed every aspect of our existence. We sat through the service, first being skeptical, later relaxing, and by the end we felt like this is where we belong. Afterwards we were ambushed by a crowd of warm hugs, smiles and loving people. And then we went over to house that serves the Lord. A house that you feel radical love and never ending care. This is the house of our dear Pastor Wheeler and his lovely wife Maureen.
It was December 2011. Not as cold as we remember last year to have been but chilly. The weather tried to fool us into thinking it was spring every now and then with a few additional warm breezes here and there. We opened our front door and packed the car with our camera equipment and took off to Staunton. The second best place in Virginia (the first being Alexandria, of course). Arriving we met the rest of the Wheeler family (though three siblings were still missing) and fell in love with each and every one of them especially little baby Sadie. And the rest I’ll let the pictures explain…
Ashely and Sterling… And cute baby Sadie. ;)
Lindsey and Willis.
With his boys… Missing Benge and Bryan.
With her girls. ;) Missing Tracy.
Meegan (on the right) is a beautiful and very special girl! We love her and she makes us all smile… And she gives some of the best hugs ;)
Ashely the youngest daughter and her husband Sterling.
Lindsey and her husband Willis.
Maureen and Pastor Bryan Wheeler.
Ashley suggested the “shoes shot”
Such a blessed family!
Pastor Wheeler and his girls :)
This is what love looks like…
And Willis was extremely kind enough to snap one of us…