Quite the Opposite

Quite the Opposite

The red dirt road was cool under my bare feet and it felt good on that warm January day. I walked as I usually walk these days – arms filled with a fifth baby we call Joshua, mind still in awe of all we’ve been given. I could hear the iron T-post pounder as I…

postcards : like babies

Last week Joshua slept for longer than ten minutes without Mama’s arms around him. I then found these little ladies snoozing peacefully in their beds. Neither of these rarest of occasions has repeated itself, making the photographic evidence even more precious.