When we went to Georgia last Spring, I took a picture of the boys on a whim that fast became my favorite. You’re familiar with it, it graces the header of this blog. It was a perfect moment, my boys walking hand in hand down the side of a mountain as we enjoyed our last day of our vacation, our first road trip ever. I’m not a great photographer, but I saw this perfect moment, with the love between my two beautiful boys and the gorgeous light from the setting sun, and had to snap a picture so that I can savor it for years to come.
Fast forward six months, and I get a text message from my friend Wendy: “Have a little gift for you. Can you pass by on the way home to get it?” She lives literally four blocks away, so I stopped by on my way home from work. I walk into her house and she presents me with this lovely sentiment:
She took my picture, touched it up to enhance the lights and shadows, and framed it for me. I love it. It is on a bookshelf in my living room, right by my bedroom door, and I smile every time I pass by it. Not only does it makes me happy to look back fondly on that moment, but also because I have a dear friend who knew exactly what this would mean to me.