This is Emma from Camille’s phone. I think this photo really captures Emma … still a little girl with the biggest brown eyes in the world. I suppose she really is gone. I’m kinda nostalgic for the good old days… the Carl’s Jr. cups and other debris in the rose bushes, the car mats out on the driveway and all the kitchen cabinets open.
What a sweet poppy you are, Bo. Emma’s lucky to have someone back home who misses her so much. This week I promise to not complain about, and will even attempt to appreciate, the cupboards getting left open, clothes strewn on the floor, and slamming doors.
What a cute picture. Amazes me to no end that technology of camera phones and the quality of the pictures. They’re so small, and the picture’s not even pixelated.
Emma is so pretty! She takes after her mother…
Diane: Do you mean “sweet” as in, “You ever take it off any sweet jumps?” or “that’s such a sweet picture.”
Actually, Sadie, she’s the spittin’ image of Sam and I always thought it was weird that a girl, who looks like Sam, could be pretty. I mean, Sam’s a good looking guy, but he’s not pretty!
What do you think, Rosalyn?
I’ll let you decide, brother Bo, you know I will