When I was a little girl, I remember placing my hands into freshly poured concrete and firmly pressing down leaving two small shapes behind. Those hand prints were warmly viewed each time I passed them, and as I grew, on occasion, I measured my growing hands against the tiny forms. A simple remembrance of days gone by that I have repeated with my daughters. Hand prints on the front porch are precious memories... memories are what I hope to capture here.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Welcome to my Blog
I've always been intrigued with blogs, so I've decided to try my hand at it. Although summer time has a 'busyness' of its own, it seems a wee bit easier for me to schedule in some free time during the warmest months of the year- and when we aren't heavily into school subjects.
So why a blog? Well...
When I was a little girl, I remember placing my hands into freshly poured concrete and firmly pressing down leaving two small shapes behind. Those hand prints were warmly viewed each time I passed them, and as I grew, on occasion, I measured my growing hands against the tiny forms. A simple remembrance of days gone by that I have repeated with my daughters. Hand prints on the front porch are precious memories... memories are what I hope to capture here.
My name is Kris Nickelson and I'm on this journey called life... I am a daughter of THE King, a worshiper, a wife, a mother of two daughters, a teacher, a singer, a dabbler in photography, and a 'trier' of new recipes. The kinds of things you might find here are spiritual, musical, edible, teachable (home schooling to be more precise), loveable (my family), definitely photographic-able.
Here we go...let the blogging begin!
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