{"id":9102,"date":"2011-01-12T07:00:40","date_gmt":"2011-01-12T13:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/?p=9102"},"modified":"2011-12-01T23:50:19","modified_gmt":"2011-12-02T05:50:19","slug":"a-gift-from-a-brother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/2011\/01\/12\/a-gift-from-a-brother\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;I knew he&#8217;d like it, so I got it for him.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I really love this picture of him. He&#8217;s not looking at me. He&#8217;s not smiling. He&#8217;s not moving. He&#8217;s just sitting&#8230;staring off&#8230;serious&#8230;handsome.<br \/>\n<a title=\"1.12.11-01 by AshleyAnn**, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ashleyannphotography\/5344668099\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5283\/5344668099_ec99667206_b.jpg\" alt=\"1.12.11-01\" width=\"450\" height=\"675\" \/><\/a>It reflects a side of him that is sometimes hard to capture with my camera. He&#8217;s my oldest. Not one day have I ever missed the days when he was a baby. Not for one day do I wish I could go back and relive that time. Not because he was a rough baby. He wasn&#8217;t. <strong>I just think that if you really live in the present, you don&#8217;t miss it when it becomes the past in regards to loved ones that are still with you. <\/strong>I love seeing who he is becoming. I remember and cherish the days he used to lay swaddled in my arms and fall asleep. As fond as those memories are&#8230;I don&#8217;t want to go back in time. I want today with him. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Today.<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I was almost so distracted by his younger siblings that I nearly missed what he said as he slipped something in my pocket on the school playground.\u00a0 &#8220;Will you hold this? I got it from the Treasure Box today.&#8221; And he ran off to play. I stuck my hand in my pocket to pull out a little cardboard box with funny little snowmen on it.<br \/>\n<a title=\"1.12.11-02 by AshleyAnn**, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ashleyannphotography\/5344666025\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5167\/5344666025_14715fa614_b.jpg\" alt=\"1.12.11-02\" width=\"900\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I knew the minute I saw it that the puzzle was not for him, but for his youngest brother. He had earned a reward at school and instead of using it on himself he picked out a little puzzle for his brother. I asked him about it and he responded, &#8220;I knew he liked it, so I got it for him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Simple as that.<br \/>\n<a title=\"1.12.11-03 by AshleyAnn**, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ashleyannphotography\/5344666241\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5084\/5344666241_5361218c77_b.jpg\" alt=\"1.12.11-03\" width=\"900\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">His little brother did like it. It was a thoughtful and generous gift.<br \/>\n<a title=\"1.12.11-04 by AshleyAnn**, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ashleyannphotography\/5344666577\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5209\/5344666577_c72a2ef57a_b.jpg\" alt=\"1.12.11-04\" width=\"900\" height=\"675\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<a title=\"1.12.11-05 by AshleyAnn**, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ashleyannphotography\/5345278504\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5082\/5345278504_2fd633bbb9_b.jpg\" alt=\"1.12.11-05\" width=\"900\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8220;I knew he&#8217;d like it, so I got it for him.&#8221;<br \/>\n<a title=\"1.12.11-06 by AshleyAnn**, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ashleyannphotography\/5344667373\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5208\/5344667373_14dde7530f_b.jpg\" alt=\"1.12.11-06\" width=\"900\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">He is a normal 6 year old who can be selfish and fights with his brothers. I often wonder if he is getting anything I am trying to teach him. I&#8217;m grateful for a little Treasure Box puzzle that reminded me that he is listening when I don&#8217;t realize. He is watching. He is learning. He is getting it. Somewhere along the way my oldest has learned generosity and thinking of others before himself&#8230;and if I wasn&#8217;t paying attention I would have missed noticing.<br \/>\n<a title=\"1.12.11-07 by AshleyAnn**, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ashleyannphotography\/5344667681\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5121\/5344667681_eff00e76a2_b.jpg\" alt=\"1.12.11-07\" width=\"900\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<a title=\"1.12.11-08 by AshleyAnn**, on Flickr\" href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/ashleyannphotography\/5345279490\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5206\/5345279490_6258134b22_b.jpg\" alt=\"1.12.11-08\" width=\"900\" height=\"600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8220;I knew he&#8217;d like it, so I got it for him.&#8221; Simple as that.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Makes me wonder what do I know that someone in my life would like&#8230;and what is keeping me from doing it or giving it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I really love this picture of him. He&#8217;s not looking at me. He&#8217;s not smiling. He&#8217;s not moving. He&#8217;s just sitting&#8230;staring off&#8230;serious&#8230;handsome. It reflects a side of him that is sometimes hard to capture with my camera. He&#8217;s my oldest. Not one day have I ever missed the days when he was a baby. Not for one day do I wish I could go back and relive that time. Not because he was a rough baby. He wasn&#8217;t. I just think that if you really live in the present, you don&#8217;t miss it when it becomes the past in regards to loved ones that are still with you. I love seeing who he is becoming. I remember and cherish the days he used to lay swaddled in my arms and fall asleep. As fond as those memories are&#8230;I don&#8217;t want to go back in time. I want today with him. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Today. I was almost so distracted by his younger siblings that I nearly missed what he said as he slipped something in my pocket on the school playground.\u00a0 &#8220;Will you hold this? I got it from the Treasure Box today.&#8221; And he ran off to play. I stuck my hand in my pocket to pull out a little cardboard box with funny little snowmen on it. I knew the minute I saw it that the puzzle was not for him, but for his youngest brother. He had earned a reward at school and instead of using it on himself he picked out a little puzzle for his brother. I asked him about it and he responded, &#8220;I knew he liked it, so I got it for him.&#8221; Simple as that. His little brother did like it. It was a thoughtful and generous gift. &#8220;I knew he&#8217;d like it, so I got it for him.&#8221; He is a normal 6 year old who can be selfish and fights with his brothers. I often wonder if he is getting anything I am trying to teach him. I&#8217;m grateful for a little Treasure Box puzzle that reminded me that he is listening when I don&#8217;t realize. He is watching. He is learning. He is getting it. Somewhere along the way my oldest has learned generosity and thinking of others before himself&#8230;and if I wasn&#8217;t paying attention I would have missed noticing. &#8220;I knew he&#8217;d like it, so I got it for him.&#8221; Simple as that. Makes me wonder what do I know that someone in my life would like&#8230;and what is keeping me from doing it or giving it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12866,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9102","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-personal"],"aioseo_notices":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9102","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9102"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9107,"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9102\/revisions\/9107"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12866"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ashleyannphotography.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}