On a cold and rainy afternoon, October 6, 2012, my son was injured in a football game.  I couldn't do anything while he laid out on the cold, wet field.  I couldn't run out there, I was a parent, and needed to let the refs, coaches, and eventually the EMT do what they needed to.

  It seemed like a lifetime, while in actuality in was only 15-20 minutes; moments in time with me thinking, "move Sean, come on, MOVE!"  So I did the only thing I could do, I prayed and took pictures.  After we got home from the ER, and for several days, I couldn't look at the pictures I had taken, not even the one with him stumbling off the field under his own power.

  It took me 4 days to be able to download these, and when I did, I cried.  It's been over 2 years, and I still feel all the emotion I did that day, and yes, re-reading this, I cried.  Tears of worry; tears of relief; tears of joy, but still tears.  Pictures of all types can carry emotions.  There are happy pictures (weddings, new babies, birthday parties), there are sad pictures (good byes, endings, etc.).  Pictures give depth and validation to your memories.  I'm glad to be able to capture my Memories...

Sean

   This is my amazing son today.  A high school freshman with a bright future in front of him.  He is grace personified.  He has a sense of faith that I can only strive to achieve.  When his dad and I are getting stressed out about things outside of our control, he is calm, and reminds us, that "everything works out".  I admired him.  I LOVE that before he leaves for school in the morning he checks to see if I'll be home when he gets home.  I LOVE that he tells us often that he loves us.  I might not get the hugs that I want, but I get the love that I need from him, and that makes me happy.