Sometimes the most random things remind me of something and it's hard to catch my breath.
This may just be a photo of bricks painted like books or a set of painted steps to some..
...for some reason I saw these two pins right next to each other and was transported right back to Dixon House - to the futon with the cherry popsicle on the night of the first miscarriage... on the couch watching Wall-E after the second one... and alone for the third. They were like little snapshots flickering in my mind. Even I think that's a little weird. Maybe it's because, after my shot this afternoon, now BOTH sides of my stomach are hurting! ;-) Maybe it's because my old home has been on my mind. I'm sure the memories will fade as time goes by, but sometimes they are as close as can be.