They had baby conversations while sharing pine straw.
Naomi giving free hugs.
Are you enjoying these artsy camera pictures as much as I am? I kind of like candid action shots. They tell a story. And I am the memory keeper.
These memories that I will forget if I don't document.
Gone. These moments that are like the breath we breathe, with each passing second. Gone.
"As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field, for the wind blows over it and it is gone, and it's place knows it no more."
Psalm 103:15 - 16
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