Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Over the weekend, I unearthed my "big" camera--the one I got just before digital became all the rage--and headed to the nearby arboretum to take pics of my daughter and her hearthrob. Later that evening, as I scanned the developed prints onto my computer, my daughter sat beside me, anxious to put them in an album on Facebook.
As most of you know, scanning isn't the fastest process on the planet, and occasionally, while the scanner grunted and groaned, doing its thing, my daughter leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Each time, my heart skipped a beat, and I thanked our Creator for allowing me to be her mom. No matter how old she gets, she's still my "baby," and her kisses light up my world.