love in details

Years from now, I'll remember that sweet head of baby fine blonde hair. But I might forget the way the wind swept it up into a tiny golden tornado that day.

We have lots of photos of Isaac - an overwhelming number, thanks to the unholy trinity of photography, first-time parenting and digital cameras.

They're all special to me, but I have a soft spot for the details. Someday, when I'm old and he's grown - I know they will bring me a lot of joy. They already do.


  1. happy to see another sweet post from you.=)

  2. oh that fistful of sand. i am longing for the days we can take a trip to the park to play in the sand...tired of bundling up already this winter!