To me, there’s nothing more remarkable than getting to see the world through someone else’s eyes.

Sometimes we may be under the impression that we have to go all the way to Guatemala to do so. Or across the street to the neighborhood food pantry. Or to volunteer at MOPS or listen as a friend shares over soup at Panera. Those are effective, to be sure. But as I recently looked through a year’s worth of photos forgotten on my memory card, I discovered that we may not even need to leave the house to see the world in a whole new way.

Sometimes we just need to bend down until we reach someone else’s point of view. ¬†Around four feet or so does quite nicely at our house. That’s the angle I observed as I scrolled through moments I hadn’t been aware someone had captured. Between the two of them, my sons showed me what interests them. What they love. Where their attention is captivated. And what they care about.

{These photos are completely un-retouched. This is the world as they framed it.}

Did you see it? Beyond the laundry and the chaos and the well worn house? Did you see the four people who live in each other’s space and inhale each other’s joy. The family utterly at ease with one another. The comfortably broken in bed, chairs and relationships. The dependable milk bottles, teddy bears and toddler toes. The wonder of a box of toy cars.

Did you see it, Lisa-Jo?

Because I need to bottle this perspective and save it up for a rainy, frustrating day when I wonder if we’re the last grown ups on earth who still have never purchased a house. When I’m tired of battling the creative ways my boys concoct to stain the carpet and I’ve given up all hope of matching anything.

I need to remember to see the world from this vantage point.

Because from four feet up it looks pretty darn fantastic.

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