Some of my favorite pictures ever ... of my kids and sundry ... have come from the Galveston Railroad Museum. I've taken some of the shots. My mom has taken some. And my kids have taken some. Remember? They'll photograph anything. I don't think the RR Museum is in very good shape right now Post-Ike. In fact, I know it's not. And I learned yesterday that the children's floor of Grandmommy's library is well, gone. Meaning, the basement a floor beneath it is ... gone-er.
My 39th year will be about patience. Remembrance.
And little tiny reminders that things are SOOOOO not all about me. Little shadows in the background to say, "Helloooo, Mommy. I'm right here. See me?" I'm going to look around more. Behind me more. This is going to be a great year.
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