Most nights, especially when Jeremy is home, we take the kids outside to play after dinner. The hour before the sun sets is called the golden hour to photographers because of the soft golden light. It's the best time to capture a photo.
I like to think of it as the golden hour for another reason too. It's the time of night we just sit and enjoy the present, breathing in that moment in time.
Not worrying about the dishes in the sink. Not yet running baths and brushing teeth. The boys are still sticky from a days worth of playing.
We are together. Everything is more beautiful in the golden light.
Sometimes when I am in a moment that I want to remember, I take a mental picture. I look around at everything around me and try to burn the image into my brain. Like when I'm rocking Braxton next to his crib. His little face staring up at me, the dark room, Kaden sleeping peacefully in bed. I burn it into my mind because life passes so fast, and I don't want to forget these moments.
It's easy to let the day run by you. We're busy with kids, jobs, school, housework, life. Luckily there is the golden hour to remind us to slow down and see the beauty of it all.