She's almost 15 months old.
I convinced my best friend and photographer to do some family photos at a farmer's market we went to a lot this summer. He would tell you he is better at taking photos of old buildings and dead sticks, but he's a good sport.
I take/have a lot of photos of Grace. And I mean a lot. I have most of the moms on Facebook beat. But taking these constant photos is my way of fighting to hold on to as many memories as I can as I get older. And, not to be depressing, but I also like to think of it as a way to ensure that if anything ever happened to me, there are piles and piles of evidence that I not only loved her more than anything, but that our little family has had so many truly great and happy times together already. Especially now, in this amazing but weird age where she (somewhat sadly) won't remember any of the times we've had. I don't mean to paint an unrealistic picture, we've had our rough days and tears and fears like everyone, but they are drowned out by days like this.
Here are a few of them. I'll be back to fun and costumes eventually I promise. I don't expect anyone on Tumblr to care about some random guy's family pics, it's just my version of shouting my love from the rooftops.
