It is not surprise that I love pictures. I am usually behind the camera which means that there are very few pictures with me in them. The boys and I got home from church this morning and I asked hubby to snap a picture of the boys and I. My father had asked for a recent picture of the boys and I and since everyone was dressed in church clothes I thought I would take advantage and try and get a picture. Well, everyone being dressed in decent clothes was only a small percentage of getting a good picture. Let me say that when hubby and I came to meet his family for the first time I walked into his grandparent’s home I was introduced to his desire to bomb childhood pictures. My thought those seven years ago, was what a goof ball he was, and oh how silly of him. Now being a mother of three of his children, my thought is… REALLY!?! This morning hubby took 18 pictures, the hope was to get one nice picture…
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