When I got home the other night, Andrew (roommate) said, “If I knew how to work your camera, there was such a good photo op earlier!” He described the big pink azalea bush with the light from the porch blazing through it in the dark. I tried to capture his “image” and while I think I came up short, I still thought this was a nice picture.
This is Joy – the first baby I ever loved. And now she’s almost two, and she can hang on the monkey bars all by herself. (Don’t worry. Daddy was hanging out very closely behind her and just out of the shot.)