This is one of our best friends, the baby. Tad loves her very much, she is the 6th in a family that we are friends with. They are the friends that are moving, and we are so sad...
I love pictures of boys or men, big strong people with callused hands holding a baby. My son is rough, he likes to wrestle and fight, shoot and jump about, run and yell indian war cries-but adores babies especially those of the girl persuasion. These pictures make me have tears...not just because I love these children and they are leaving, but because I have a son who is so tender-hearted.
I tried to capture this sunrise, but it wasnt very effective. I get up at 6:30 most mornings, some not until 7 and recently Tad woke me after 8-I know, the poor hungry baby goats. I normally get to see the sun rise, its already light when I awake but the sky is lovely with color.
I tried to post several blogs this week but either something is wrong with blogger or me (the more likely scenario being the 2nd option) and I couldnt get certain aspects of my post to work, and it was hard to read because of the problems. Will work on it more this wk.
1 comment:
Those first two pictures are the sweetest thing. No wonder you got teary.
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