Love, the not gushy kind

We have a wall full of framed pictures in our living room, and while I was heavily pregnant with Amelia my nesting instinct noticed we really needed to hang some pictures of our 18 month old, Connor. First, I took down all the old pictures and cleaned them and added the 10 new(ish) ones to the pile.

However, my fireman was more concerned with preserving the integrity of the wall (it being weight bearing and all) than in the aesthetic quality of our memories. Yes, I’ll concede there is a certain swiss cheese quality to this wall due to my past indecisiveness and poor talent with a hammer and nail, but c’mon! As he reluctantly hammered that first nail my firefighter hollered, “You hear that? That’s love!!”
And it is. It really is. 🙂


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