Look at this wonderful portrait I just got of my beautiful mother (don't roll your eye mom). She found it going through some boxes. It had an ugly gold, brown frame, I painted it white and what a difference it made. The reason why I love this portrait so much is because it is how I remember my mother as a child. I look at this picture and I remember sitting at the kitchen table in Saint Louis (were we lived when I was 3) and coloring. I remember my mother coloring me the most wonderful pictures. I know she thought they were nothing but I was in awe.
Also I wanted to say thank you for all the name sugetions, I loved them all and am having a hard time chooing. But I will soon.
Lastly David has become an inspector (for the airlines, he was a structural mechanic before) and this has changed our whole schedule and days off all around. So I am influx while I try to find a new rhythm (I like that word better then schedule). So my posting my be a bit erratic, but hopefully not. Just bear with me xoxoxo