It's funny how much and how little you actually know about your parents.
The same can be said for the reverse situation, to be sure.
I remembered this weekend that my Dad is colorblind. I wonder how he sees my photos...
My Dad used to paint pictures, and growing up they filled the walls of our home.
Sometimes the colors would be a little off, I recall the first time my Mom explained to me that it was because of his colorblindness. He also has flat feet, I guess he'll never be drafted...
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My heart is full of so many things, but I just don't have the energy to pour them out.
Tonight is holiday sale prep night. I am cutting polaroid prints and packaging them up...and watching America's Next Top Model.
I leave you with a link to this lovely blog.
Good night!
