October 30, 2014

October 20, 2014

thanksgiving 2014.

/ beautiful images taken by justin

October 18, 2014

"Death changes things. It changes how we think about people; it changes the living and it changes the dead. "

- Martin Sixsmith, Philomena: A Mother, Her Son and a Fifty Year Search

September 29, 2014

fiddler's green.

September seventeen
For a girl I know it's Mother's Day
Her son has gone alee
And that's where he will stay
Wind on the weathervane
Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean
As Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler's Green

His tiny knotted heart
Well, I guess it never worked too good
The timber tore apart
And the water gorged the wood
You can hear her whispered prayer
For men at masts that always lean
The same wind that moves her hair
Moves a boy through Fiddler's Green

Nothing's changed anyway
Nothing's changed anyway
Any time today

He doesn't know a soul
There's nowhere that he's really been
But he won't travel long alone
No, not in Fiddler's Green
Balloons all filled with rain
As children's eyes turn sleepy-mean
And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in Fiddler's Green

 - The Tragically Hip

September 21, 2014

summer 2014.

Grateful for each day I have with this boy.

/ video by Justin

/ more here

September 6, 2014

August 17, 2014


Every day I long to hold him.

He should be here.

He should be three.

/ Some photos from his day.