Standing next to the reason why I got the tattoo. On the car ride home tonight I don't know how we got on the subject, but I told my sister and BIL how I realized I've had almost two years with Judah--and how fast they've flown. If I'm lucky we have eight good years left and I started crying. I know she won't be around forever...but I can't imagine the day she has to go. What will it be like? How will I possibly cope? Judah is my heart. Right now it's just very hard to come to grips with that reality--she can't grow old with me. She can't be there until the end and I didn't think like that...I live with her by my side, always on my mind, and to try to imagine looking at a picture of her and having to think or say, "That was my first dog, Judah. She died such-and-such years ago." I don't want any other dogs. I just want her forever. "God will prepare everything for our perfect happines
you know how when you stare at a something long enough it starts to look really weird to you? that's how my hand looks in this. I really like the light in this one. I was sitting against a wall just outside of Angie's living room, and light was streaming in through her south-facing windows. I like how it's shining on my left shoulder and part of my face and hand; to me, it almost seems as though I'm shading my eyes from it. In a very awkward way, that is.