it is an awful story! just awful!
for the past 24 hours, all i can think about is if katniss will make it out alive!
does peeta really love her or is all a part of the game?
and sweet rue – how will she survive?!
it is an awful story!
a story that has had my mind spinning –
in an effort to make sure my oldest child wasn’t reading trash, i decided it would be best to proof his new book of choice, the Hunger Games.
and now . . . i can’t put it down.
it is awful.
isaiah and i have been fighting over the book – sneaking into eachothers room when the other is sleeping to snatch it up . . .
i hear isaiah saying quietly under his breath, “it’s just a story. it isn’t real. it’s just a story.”
it doesn’t reassure me . . . but i think he is trying to make it work for him.
My husband has just given me the look that says pull yourself away – don’t forget to breathe.
So, here I am taking a breath – abreath of fresh air, actually, as I am reminded of this sweet baby I had the privilege of photographing last week.
He was just five days old – five pounds – beautifully perfect.
We didn’t have a lot of time, but he was so amazing.
Tiny. So tiny.
Here is a sneak peak at this boy.
Sweet baby Samuel.