The best money I've ever spent

I'm not normally the mushy type. I can count on one hand the number of times I've cried in the last five years. But this week was one of them.

A while ago I started thinking how I really will only have a few years with all six of the kids living at home. Which really made me terrifically sad. One day life for us would change; there would be empty chairs at the table, one less load of laundry to do a day, and one less voice saying "Hey Mom, guess what?".

And with all of this Mother's Day hullabaloo coming up, I decided that what I really wanted was a yearly picture of all of my babies, to remember our time together. Under one roof. Ticking each other off. Ahh, the good old days, we'd say.

A while back we'd gotten a card for a local photographer. I dug it out of the pile o' procastination on my desk and called her.

Not to go all gooey, but this chick rocks. I'm not sure what her day job is, but if there is any rightness to this universe eventually she'll do this full time. She captured this moment in time for me. All of my little goobers, in all of their beautiful goobery glory. And when she sent them to me, I cried big fat tears. And then I spent a fortune on prints.