I had a tooth pulled last week, and as I sat in the dentists chair I looked around.  The room was filled with portraits, really beautiful ones I thought… you could almost feel the warmth in them.  I was in awe at the little girls smile, the family connection, they were real.  And then I realized *I* took them.  It was in the quiet of that room, me alone with my fear that I could appreciate them again.  It was away from the constant noise, the chatter or rather the fighting of all the small people in my house that I could look at those pictures a little bit differently….

I have always loved to take photos… but in that moment I realized that when I say it is more than that… more than a print it is a tangible memory… well I mean it.

Summer has come and I fear shortly leaving… the garden is growing wildly and I have yet to take a photo of it except on my iphone.  I will never remember next year that I ALWAYS plant things too close if I don’t.

The baby has turned 3, the oldest 14 today… it is flying by.  And I really would like to enjoy it rather than survive it.

School is starting soon, I filled out the zillions of forms today… two in elementary school, one in junior high and *gasp* one going into high school.  Im pretty sure I was in high school not too long ago…..

I really really need to get back to my blog, I miss writing…..

hopefully I will find some time and steal it soon…………