Fireworks are way more fun with you than without you.
Love,
Sis
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I was so happy to have the opportunity to photography our dear dear friends Chris and Taylor before they ditched us for medical school. We really will miss you guys so much. Taylor, you know how much I love you. You are one of the dearest friends I could ever have hoped for.
Enjoy.










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Two years ago today I got up just like any regular Sunday Morning. I got the kids ready for church as usual. We arrived at church (probably about 5-10 minutes late) as was the norm. I taught the primary children something wonderful (I'm sure) and we returned home. Nothing fantastic. Nothing unusual. Nothing that deviated from any normal Sunday activity in the Norton home.
When we pulled into the driveway my parents rental car was parked there. Still, not surprising, as they were visiting our family for the week. We all filed out of the van and headed in to get our post church snacks. Normal. It was at this point that I noticed the look on their faces and I felt the sudden urge to throw up. I had NO CLUE what was going on.
Nothing could EVER have prepared me for what happened next.
Once we got the kids all settled, they sat Richie and I down on the couch. At this point my stomach was really churning. The only thing I could think of was that they were going to tell me that they were getting divorced (if you know my parents you know what an absurd thought that was; I just couldn't think of another single thing that would have caused them to look at me the way they did).
I don't remember much of what happened next.
The only words I remember came from my Dad.
" . . .passed away."
It's ironic that I'm actually sitting here typing this in the same place he was sitting when he gave me the news. Looking back, I don't know how he ever found the strength to say those words out loud. He knew he was going to break my heart, but there was no way around it. Dad, I've never recognized you for being so brave that day. I love you.
I remember not feeling anything. It was like down to my very soul I didn't know how to respond. It was all just completely and totally surreal. I remember putting my hand over my mouth and just sitting there in silence for a really long time. Finally I started asking questions. First about how, then about pain. . . I was really anxious to know if he'd suffered at all. I still praise God every day for taking him so peacefully.
Then I remember trying to stand. I felt like my knees were going to buckle beneath me. I was dizzy. My stomach was really churning now. I just walked around the coffee table and took my mom in my arms. The first emotion I remember feeling was compassion for this woman who had just lost her baby. All I wanted to do was take the pain away from her. At this point, I cried a little bit for the first time.
Raleigh came walking into the room. Raleigh. Raleigh. Raleigh. In the instant that I had to decide what to do, a million thoughts raced through my mind. I remembered the love that those two shared. In that moment I could literally feel it coursing through my veins. I remembered how no one had influenced Gavin's life the way his little nephew had. Ever. I remembered how Raleigh didn't love a soul on this Earth the way he loved his Unkie. Without hesitation I knelt down, looked him in the eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, and told him the truth. I think both our souls were broken in that instant.
In that moment, I watched my little boy become a man. . . he was faced for the first time (at 4 years of age) with a huge reality. Bigger than anything any of us had ever been faced with in our entire lives.
I took him in my arms and walked out of the house. We went to Richie's office were we poured over pictures of Gavin on the computer. I didn't cry.
My eyes remained almost completely dry for days. It was terrible. I wanted to cry. I wanted to let some of the absolute disgust OUT and I knew that tears were the only way to do that, but I did not cry.
Then the whirlwind began. There were calls to be made. Arrangements to attend to. Life went on.
And life goes on still. And that's ok.
I finally cried a few days later. And when I did I swear to you that it was as if the gates to Heaven had opened and I could have reached right in and touched the hand of a loving Father in Heaven. God is good.
That is the singular lesson I have learned over the mountain we've climbed this past two years: God is good.
God is there, and he is good.
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