This special kid

I just wanted to take a moment and talk about how special this kid is. (Emily is too, of course)Today, she knew I wanted to try some new pictures, so she rushed in the door, got her homework finished as quickly as possible, changed her clothes, and said, "I'm ready!"

This past weekend, Hannah and I spent time running around to various stores spending some of her birthday money (that I made her save) and getting stuff I wanted to use to take pictures. Everywhere we went, Hannah would tell people I was a professional "photographist." At the fabric store when the lady asked what her project was (she was carrying the fleece), she said it. When we were at Hobby Lobby buying the umbrellas, she said it again. At one point, the cashier said to me, "You're a photographer?"

"A wannabe," I meekly replied. It's so hard for me to think that way about myself...

"Mom, why do you keep saying that??? You are a professional photographist!"

It's like a have a little self-esteem booster walking next to me. She even threw my own words back at me, "Mom, you know you are only as good as you think you are."