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The thing about being a mother is it sometimes you're too busy to hold the camera in your hand to capture the Beautiful Moments. But that's what makes them what they are, that's what makes them moments. There one minute, gone the next. Like last night when my son crawled into bed with us and I laid there and my husband put his arm over me and my arm was over my son, and I thought this would be the perfect picture. But that's what makes it so special, so priceless. Some moments you can't capture. Some moments you have to live in, and you have to take in every second before it's gone. Because trust me it's gone faster than you would like. And then this morning as I was cooking breakfast and I look over the bar of my kitchen, I see my children talking to each other. Well my son talking, my three month old babbling back at him. But that connection was so special, and that's the kind of thing that a camera just can't hold. It can't hold that emotion and that life. Only your heart, and your mind, and your eyes can take in how truly beautiful life can be sometimes. I know in some of my post I talk about how tired I am, or how crazy my two-year-old drives me. But really this life that I get to live in, there's no comparison. It's so beautiful and I'm so grateful. And I sit and I watch my kids and I think about what my life would be if I had never had them, and I don't think I would like that kind of life. My kids, they're my everything. Without them, I wouldn't want to exist in this world. So the next time there's a moment in life so beautiful that it takes your breath away, don't pick up the camera. Just live in it. Just take in every beautiful second. Because the seconds are fleeting, and you won't get them back. That moment will never happen again. Hold on to it, treasure it, and never forget it.

-NINA

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