Why I Do What I Do.

When we are long gone, the only things that remain are the memories people have, the legacies we have left behind, and the images that have been captured.

The memory lives vividly in the crevases of my thoughts as if it happened yesterday. I was nine years old, loitering on the porch of my house with my mom. As she sat there, I tried to draw her face in my 

Instant memory.

Yesterday, Dani and I went through some of our old wedding pictures, and we came across this gem.  (picture of Elijah in the background of another picture).  Look at that kid!  He was (and still is) so stinkin’ cool!

When Dani and I saw this picture, though, I said, “Look; he’s posing for somebody taking another photo.