When looking at the photos from this past weekend, Steve saw this one of Josephine hunkered down over something fascinating (like some gravel and sticks) - and was transported back to our first ever romantic getaway, a visit to Atlantic City almost nine years ago. There I am, collecting stinky little seashells - foreshadowing someone who wasn't even a twinkle in her daddy's eye way back then. I love how he sees us, and captures us like no one else could.
