Right on schedule

Nine is when you plaster your walls with animal pictures. I did, too,

It's all fleeting

It's hard to believe that this is impermanent. This life now. That I can't hold onto this beauty. It can make blogging hard to face. Luke's got a different, bigger body than when we carried him in the Halloween parade, pictures of which I still haven't gotten around to posting. But the little bits of effort to capture memories are still valuable. It's not too late. Thanks, Mom, for the encouragement to continue.