I’ve been thinking about Wednesday’s post ever since I hit “publish.” Mostly the part where I talked of searching through old photos and finding so many where Ryan looked, sad, scared, detached or confused.
I talked of how I always seem to remember those photos more than the ones where we got a picture of him flashing his wonderful smile.
Well, that’s not what I want to remember. So I went back to my photo archives. It took me all of 15 minutes to put together the following collection of nothing but smiles covering those same toddler years.
Happy Friday, everyone. Have a great weekend — full of plenty of smiles.
Time is in short supply today, so I’m going to borrow a concept from my blog-friend Lisa of Between Hope and a Hard Place and go with a “mostly wordless Wednesday” post.
Last night was the Devils’ home opener, so we had to break our normal no-games-on-a-school-night rule to attend as a family. I must say, walking back into the Prudential Center for the first time since Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Final felt a little like returning home.
For us, hockey games our where our family dynamic works the best, and it was great to be back.