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Single tired mom of four. Lover of chocolate and coffee - not necessarily in that order. Lover of Jesus, photographer by trade, Photoshop junkie and crime TV watcher.

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Until Her Joy Returns

August 29, 2008

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I have committed to posting a picture a day, so I am posting it, but I don’t feel like it.  It doesn’t seem right to go on like nothing has just happened when Marsha & David are hurting so badly.

When my mother lay nearly dying in a hospital room after her brain surgery, the grief was so overwhelming, that I didn’t know how I would make it through one minute of my day, never mind an hour.  The world just kept on moving and I wanted it to stop.  I knew my face showed every bit of pain that I felt, yet people just passed by without a second glance, as if I didn’t exist.   As time passed on, the phone calls stopped, the prayers ceased and everyone seemed to accept the situation; everyone but me.  The pain never left, though with God’s grace it somehow it became easier to live with.  It would have been a million times worse had been my child.

So I will continue to pray, weep and praise God everyday believing that one day their joy will return.  Someday I know it will.

 

Until They Meet Again

August 27, 2008

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Tonight there will be no picture; I don’t have it in me.  There hasn’t been much that has made sense to me today.  Every seemingly insignificant thing that topped my priority list yesterday meant nothing today, after hearing the news just after 12:00 am this morning about little Christian unexpectedly passing away. 

The moment I read the opening line of Amy’s email, I knew my eyes would next fall upon words I would not want to read.  When I then saw Marsha and David’s names, I did not want to read the next sentence and I held my breath for a brief moment.

Since then, there has been no words to describe the pain I feel in my heart for my dear friend Marsha and her family.  The tears I have shed over the last twenty-two hours cannot begin to come close to that of a parent that has lost their most precious gift in this life.   Although we can look into the faces of our own children and only imagine how we would feel, I know that we could never really know or comprehend their loss without living such a nightmare ourselves.

Even though we know that little Christian is in the loving arms of Jesus right now and is rejoicing in his heavenly home, the mama, daddy and brothers that loved him so, are living through their very darkest hours. 

Through our human eyes we can never make sense of such a tragic event, but through spiritual eyes we know that God is with us, holding us up, when we cannot stand to face such overwhelming sadness and grief.  We know that only God knows the reason and as many times as I have asked why today, I know that there will not be an answer.  I do know that in God’s sovereignty, He is just and right and good and above all, He loves us deeply and is deeply pained to see our broken hearts.  Ultimately He does that which will bring glory to Himself and only heaven will bring us the answers we so desperately seek.

“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.”—Isaiah 61:3

Please pray for Marsha, David and the boys. I know that our words will be insufficient at such a time as this because nothing but Jesus can heal these wounds, but yet our prayers and support will be needed from this point forward.  Until this family is reunited with their sweet “Dozer” in eternity.

The righteous man perishes, and no man takes it to heart; And devout men are taken away, while no one understands. For the righteous man is taken away from evil,

Shooting from the Hip

August 13, 2008

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This is King Meemer and his mama, who is politely telling me to get lost with my camera.  Actually it was something more like, “you’re obnoxious,” but I was undeterred.

I tried to catch miss fussy, (I say that with the utmost love and affection,) without her knowing by shooting from the hip.  Meaning, I didn’t raise my camera to my eye, I shot it from waist level.  But that girl has good ears I tell you!  She could hear my shutter ten miles away.

Isn’t she beautiful even though she’s reprimanding me?

Anyway, have fun and try this approach to get all kinds of interesting shots.  When I do this, I can’t wait to get home and see what I’ve captured.   It’s always a hoot!

And before Kimmie gets a hold of me at church tonight and strangles me after seeing this photo of herself on my blog, I need to tell you she has poured out her heart about their upcoming adoption in this post and since I could never do it justice, you must read it for yourselves.  

 

 

Lovin’ These Wild Locks

July 3, 2008

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Depression Glass & Blueberry Drool

June 7, 2008

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Today the kids and I did some party shopping for a wee child that is having a birthday tomorrow.  Our shopping involved a trip to Dunkin Donuts for fuel, some antiquing, and searching tag sales for a few hard to find items.  Although we were having a great deal of fun, Kylie and I quickly grew tired of dragging the kids in and out of the car, so at the last two places we asked Sarah stay in the car while we went into the store.

But by the the time we were ready to go into the second store Sarah had already had enough.  She looked at the two muffin covered faces on each side of her and said,

“Why do I have to stay in the car with the ‘Sticky Muffin Kids’ while you go have fun?  It’s like Children of the Corn, but different!”

A bit more dramatic than I cared for; however, she did win that argument.

 


My Handsome Graduate

May 23, 2008

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No we didn’t die in a plane crash or get eaten by a gator, but if you happened to wonder why I didn’t post yesterday, the Mac locked me out of my own site.  Believe me I tried.  It was my 100th in a row without missing a single one.  I feel a tat bit empty now.   But don’t worry, I’ll recover.  Sniff, sniff.

Anyway, here’s to my handsome graduate with honors.  My son Casey graduated high school yesterday and is leaving in July for a six year enlistment in the Navy. 

As I stood watching him, all grown up, ready to venture out on his own, my heart broke for every soccer game I missed,  for every hug I could have had,  for every dirty sock I never had the chance to tell him to pick up, and every single event in between.  And yet this handsome, smart, caring young man still calls me mom.  I am honored and humbled to be called by that name.  And very very thankful that even though I couldn’t see it at the time, God had a plan for us.

 

 

 

Mother’s Day Giveaway Yahoo!

May 1, 2008

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Since I post a photo everyday, I thought this photo contest would be my kind of thing.  FiveMinutesForMom.com and Egg Beaters are giving away $1000.00 for a photo that tells some story of what motherhood means to you.

The deadline is Friday May 2, at noon.  On May 2nd, they will post the fifteen finalists along with a survey box for everyone to vote for their favorite.  Sounds fun right?  So get your photo in before tomorrow!

Now to the photo-s.  You know I can’t just post one if there is more than one worthy to post.  Sarah snapped these shots of Belle and I.   My only regret is that all of my children were not in the photos.   A single mama always needs one child to hold the camera if there is no place to rest it.

There are so few moments that my wee Bella wants to cuddle.  I snatch up every one and hold it close.  The moments are fleeting.  She far from the affectionate type that a mother hoped her last child would be, but rather on the go, with little time or need for a mommy kiss.  I breathe her in when she allows it, but it never lasts long enough.  Oh if time would just stand still.

 

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 Now the big news is…..Carrie is giving away a custom portrait! 

To enter, just write about Carrie’s giveaway to give her some advertising and then link your post to her post here.   Then go over to Carrie’s blog and link up to Mr. Linky at the bottom of her post with your post.  Did you get all that?  If not, read her post.  She will explain it better than what my tired head can.