August 3, 2008

First of all, thank you so much for all the sweet comments on the past 2 posts. The girls loved me telling their stories. I do intend to tell Josh's story, but as I sat and thought about what to write, I realized that I couldn't tell his story-it has to do with his birth/near death, and no one could tell that story better than his daddy, who actually lived the fear that he may walk out of the hospital without his son, or his wife. So, tomorrow, Josh's song story, through the eyes and the words of his daddy.

I didn't want to fall 2 nights behind, though, so here's a shot of how the boy felt all day today-his sisters went to a day-long birthday party without him, and he was lost without them. Poor, precious baby boy.

*warning-extreme grunge ahead. I was in a "playing" mood.*



And...why not? An HDR shot of Tina from the playground the other day, after Amanda taught me how to bracket, taken with her fisheye. (have I whined enough that I need that lens yet?)