Lucky...

This picture seems like a life time ago.

We look so young.

Pretty waterfall on our travels.

  Us.

                                     

                                                                 A little Cece .

                                                       A Daddy's protective hand.

A best friend.

Brother and Sister.

I forget, I forget all the time just how lucky I am. My life is far from perfect, sometimes my life can be so ridiculous the only thing that I can do is laugh at it. However, during the middle of a work day, right in the middle of something completely uninspiring I think of him. I feel my smile surface, my burdens lighten and the anticipation for him to return.

I have made a life that may not be extravagant or filled with "things" but it's filled non the less with the only thing that matters to me.

For that I am lucky.