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Monthly Archives: September 2013

It was a chilly September morning.  The sun had barely peeked over the horizon.  I could hardly contain my excitement to meet Little “J”.  Jackson is the son of a dear college friend–one of “The Girls”.  This special family lives just an hour from me, but you know how life goes–it’s shameful that it has…

It was a chilly September morning.  The sun had barely peeked over the horizon.  I could hardly contain my excitement to meet Little “J”.  Jackson is the son of a dear college friend–one of “The Girls”.  This special family lives just an hour from me, but you know how life goes–it’s shameful that it has…

It was a chilly September morning.  The sun had barely peeked over the horizon.  I could hardly contain my excitement to meet Little “J”.  Jackson is the son of a dear college friend–one of “The Girls”.  This special family lives just an hour from me, but you know how life goes–it’s shameful that it has…

They were friends of a friend.  They lived nearly three hours away, yet something in my gut told me to do it.  Take the drive.  See them.  Photograph them.  I’m glad I trusted my gut on this one.  The “T” Family?  They are good people.  Good, good people. It was a pleasure to meet them. …

They were friends of a friend.  They lived nearly three hours away, yet something in my gut told me to do it.  Take the drive.  See them.  Photograph them.  I’m glad I trusted my gut on this one.  The “T” Family?  They are good people.  Good, good people. It was a pleasure to meet them. …