No substance to this post, no photo at least. I am working on some stuff for the site that is taking up quite a bit of my “free” time. Plus I have a doctors appointment today (Friday), so I am up to my neck!
Oh heck, here’s a photo for ya!
Doesn’t it look like he’s saying “Just a little closer”
He just sits there on the shelf in the kitchen, with his brothers, watching over us! Now that I look at him closely, he kinda creeps me out.
Saturday, I had the distinct honor to attend one of the premier parades in our area. (Snicker snicker) So I might be being a bit sarcastic, that’s nothing new now is it? So anyway, there were a few cool things in the parade but for the most part it was your standard small town parade. Cars pulling hay wagons full of Cub Scouts, tractors and such. One thing did stand out for me, that is not necessarily a good thing either. There was a lawn mower drill team. I’m pretty sure they stole this idea from someone, but since it was a church group I decided not to push the issue.
So here they are in all their glory, enjoy!
Eight years ago today I was bursting with joy. Eight years ago today you couldn’t have stopped me from smiling. I was holding you in my arms at that hospital and refusing to let you go.
As you grow I see little bits of me in you. You can look at things that make others feel bad, and laugh. You can amuse yourself for hours on end with a notebook and a pen. You and I are together on the fact that there are some things to vile to eat or even try.
When you get hurt I hurt too. When you are sad, I cry too. When you are happy my life seems so much brighter.
Happy Birthday, my little mashed tater.
I sat and looked at that image for a long time. I knew something was missing, there was something I needed to do. I figured it out, a little tweak here and there and apply a B&W filter and voila!
Yep, I really think it looks much better this way!
As a parent you want your children to get along. You want them to be happy, well adjusted, and rich so they can take care of you in your old age. It’s moments like these, when they aren’t at each others throats, that I want to treasure and remember forever. Their curiosity, their innocence, I want that preserved. I know they are growing up, maturing, and turning into young women, but is it so wrong to want to keep them this way forever?
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