I love cemeteries. They are a refuge from the chaos and noise of everyday life. They make me appreciate, reflect and hope. Husband and I walked through Woodlawn Cemertary, where we saw Mark Twain's family plot, Ernie Davis' grave and the military section. It was a perfect day to walk around and remember those before us. Those we don't know. The fathers, mothers and children that lay quiet, but are not forgotten.
...with a "shiner". Gil accidentally gave Nate a black eye tonight with a plastic star that plays baby music. I can't help but to giggle, and feel bad all at the same time. I don't, however, dare ask to take a picture of it. As I lay in bed and gaze up, thinking of how funny it is becuase Nate is so concerned about the fact he's gonna look like a "schlub", here is what I see. tee-hee.