Smile!


Anyone who knows me, knows I love photos! I love viewing them, collecting them, sharing them, and most of all taking them! Maybe some day I'll get some formal training in photography, but until then, it's just me and my Canon sure shot. Here are two of the recent pictures I took. She insisted on keeping that basketball under her shirt for the photo shoot :-)

Birthday girl

My sweet niece

Some of my favorite memories:

Age 16 months - You could say each letter of the alphabet as each letter was shown to you.

Age 1 1/2 - You picked a wasp up by one wing and I went running.

Age 2 - B. and I had just started dating and we had him over for dinner. At the dinner table you made the announcement "B. tooted in his pants" We all laughed, not because he had, but because you randomly chose to say that and turn his face red.

Age 3- Nana and Papaw were having a new roof put on their house. You were eating breakfast or lunch and the pounding from up above must have been getting on your nerves because you shouted "Knock it off you shingle bums! "

Age3 - You were our adorable flower girl -dumping the whole basket of petals mid aisle before the ring bearer could take anymore petals from you.

Age 4 - You and Uncle B. were watching a movie and he must not have been watching closely because you demanded "Watch the movie ya Meatball!"

Age 6 - first day of kindergarten

Age 6 - building a "sea monkey cove" at Nana's.

The list could go on. I look forward to many more years of wonderful YOU.

Your 1st birthday

being silly

With Uncle B. (Christmas '06)

Happy Birthday sweet girl....and many more!

Home sweet home

I'm not sure if this last week would be considered a bump in the road or a pot hole. To make a long story short, B. was in the hospital for about 5 days, 3 of which he spent sedated and on a ventilator. It was so creepy and sad to see my husband laying lifeless, his chest rising and falling as puffs of air rhythmically passed into his lungs. There were a few moments he opened his eyes and motioned for something to write with. One time, the Dr. was standing over B. as he scribbled something on a piece of paper. I was on the other side of the bed. After reading what B. wrote, the Dr. looked at me with a smile and said, "That's not for me." I went and looked at his chicken scratch and saw the words "I love you."
I am SO happy he is home and healing. This ordeal was awful but a great reminder of life's fragility and what is truly important.