Though she be but little, she is fierce.

by Ashley Weeks Cart

It was a quintessential fall weekend in Vermont. Family gathered and celebrations were had to honor our darling second born. Happy tears were shed as beautiful, touching words were spoken. We focused our hearts and minds on Courtland and the stability and sense of  home that she, and life in Vermont, have brought to our lives.

Unfortunately, our hearts were also distracted, as people we love faced  (and continue to combat) unimaginable heartache. Our babysitter’s husband has taken a turn for the worst. And my dear friend is having very scary complications with her pregnancy of 21 week old twin girls. I am feeling the physical weight of the sadness and helplessness that comes from such circumstances. And it makes me feel all the more grateful and blessed to have such loving, loyal family and friends in our lives. And all the more thankful for weekends such as this, which allow us to gather together, and be with one another, and put to words the often difficult language of love.

The back of my throat burns and my stomach aches as, once again, joy and sadness slam head first into one another. Oh to be alive and to love. *insert yet another maudlin cliche here*

The lovely Kate documented the ceremony and festivities. These images are just a few from our camera after Kate’s depature. More professional pictures forthcoming. 

1. The girl of the hour. As sweet as ever. As busy as ever.
2. Checking out her new swanky boots from her Ghillie.
3. Do they make these in my size? Find them over at Joy Folie.
4.  Two second borns. Kimmy and Kaki. Coloring.
5. Our Vermont gardener in action.
6. Her favorite place on the farm, in the dirt.
7. These kicks are also thanks to Ghillie and Joy Folie. They read: Though she be but little, she is fierce. Does that describe our Courtland or what?
8.  Outfit from Persnickety’s Fall 2012 Collection. 
9. Kimmy’s rocker pink tips.
10. Matching sisters. It doesn’t get much cuter.