Oh Halloween, witches come true; wild ghosts escape from dreams; each monster dances in the park….day 151

Until one has loved a dog, a part of one's soul has remained unawakened. day 150

It's the little things I want to remember…day 149

I found this picture last night of Emma and her Papa. It was back when I first was learning photography. So many things are wrong, but the moment is just right  day 148

a mother understands what her child does not say. day 147

{Baby makes three}

{Mastrolia Family}

It was an ordinary day, then the mail came. A gift of gratitude, my life, in a necklace.
{now if they only had a Gwen charm!} day 146

In a world where everyone seems to be larger and louder than yourself, it is very comforting to have a small, quiet companion. day 144. 

A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous. day 143

I want Emma's photo of the day book to be filled with not only her moments, but the moments of the people she so dearly loves. Here is one of her favorite people, her Papa, and by the look on his face, I think the feeling is mutual  day 142.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot. day 141