But seriously? Sometimes I feel like I'm not alone. Maybe because I face the "wall o dead" as I like to refer to it. All those old pictures are of my hubby's family, in the most beautiful old frames. I really do treasure all of them. But one in particular, just stares. And stares. At me.
I try to break the creepiness by taking a glance at Wallace's baby pic, (I know! he was sooo adorable) but then I look up- and there she is!!
She has such a stern look to her, but her eyes seem so gentle. It's like she's keeping me in line or something? And it's like she knew I was going to say something about her being a little creepy, because no sooner had I taken this pic that I hear WHAM!
I turned around to see this. My sweet baby Wallace pic on it's side. Hmmm. My hubby said "are you okay?" from downstairs.
I had to laugh. "yep, I'm fine!" And then I turned to her and said a very respectful "I'm sorry". For without her, I wouldn't have that amazing husband of mine :)
**Oh and that shelf thing on the "wall o dead" is an old plate rack I found in my son's backyard when he bought the house. Score!!