The first of many photos that will plague your screen and make you quite tired of my daughter. . .
This is the first of a series that cannot quite be completed just yet. Gotta have some horse-pistol photos taken, you know!
Time. . . is never time at all
You can never ever leave. . .
Without leaving a piece of you. . .
And our lives are forever changed. . .
You will never be the same. . .
The more you change, the less you feel. . .
Believe. . . Believe in me. . .
That lives can change, that you're not stuck in vain. . .
We're not the same. We're different. . . .
Tonight
Right now, that's all you get. Bear with me, please. I got in from work at 445am and went straight to work on this. Trust me, I've already scripted a much more involved and flashy PowerPoint that will be fashioned after all the wondeful hospital trips, family clustered in tight quarters, and one last night of me getting plastered out of my gourd.
You will not be disappointed, friends!