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My little baby isn’t a little baby anymore. Apparently he has become a sand monster. That’s ok, I still love him and Dad is VERY proud.
Oh yeah, and that is a tag he ripped off that chair. He has a thing for tags, just like his red headed older brother. Give him a new toy and he will just play with the tag on it.
He’s awesome like that.
On a more serious note… I didn’t notice the word ashes behind Jeremiah in that second shot. Jeremiah Asher. Here he is crawling and playing and living with us. Beauty from ashes, it is our story. It always will be. We screw it up over and over and the world beats us down, and still there is always one more sunset. New mercy in the morning and heaven is ours to come. My God and my man love me, unconditionally and that is all I need. I don’t deserve it but hopefully some day I can properly thank them for this beautiful story they have written me.
( 85mm – 7.3.11 – midmorning cloudy )
