Joseph was six and toothless. Jacob was three and in constant motion. Arabella was safely tucked away in my tummy and Abraham wasn’t even a twinkle in daddy’s eye.
This picture was taken at the Pumpkin Patch, an annual fall tradition for us. What strikes me most about it is how close these brothers have always been. They are still best friends despite their disagreements and I pray that they will continue to be for the rest of their lives.
Photo 10.04. Journaling 11.10.