sticks | a short story

Life is made up of many short stories.  Each story represents a fraction of time in our lives.  As I have been looking through old photos lately to find certain ones of my son for his graduation, I realized that my life has been so beautiful and so full.  Every moment, every sadness, every joy, every boo boo, they all make up my story on this earth.   And thankfully, because of my relationship with Christ, my stories will continue on once I am gone.

So, periodically I plan to share little short story snippets just because.  Stories that make up my days.  Boring, exciting, good, bad, no matter.  It’s just another way for me to challenge myself daily to pick up my camera and to appreciate the little things.

short story one

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