The other night my photo friends and I were talking about how difficult it must be to photograph lightning. Special equipment needed and so on. We had a big storm last night with tons of lightning strikes and I just thought I'd try. I didn't think I could really do it and joked with my brother that if I did it would be one hell of a fluke and I could just end my photography hobby right then and there.
I know. I'm a BRAT.
More rain today:
Fine with me as it suits my frame of mind.
I received an anonymous Butterfly Bag from Sarah's Laughter on Thursday. If one of my blogging friends is responsible thank you very much. It means so much to me that people remember Greyson and think of us.
I can feel the family circling closer as our due date approaches. Dad has stopped by everyday since Wednesday. I usually have Easter at my house but the kitchen is still discombobulated from the floor installation and the fact that I just got around to sealing the grout today. Also:
Dad: I'll cook on Sunday.
Me: It really doesn't matter. I don't care.
Dad: I think it does matter. I'm cooking on Sunday.
Mom is really struggling too but stopped by yesterday and had the girls and me over to dye eggs today.
My heart is just so heavy.