I am so glad that Mike came home to see you--even if it is snowing. As far as pictures go, you can come up whenever the two of us find a convenient time. I just finished looking at our wedding album--and 8 years later I love her more than I could have ever thought possible. Richelle is a great woman,--and I want to thank you once again for capturing our special day on film. All of us have to hang around this side of heaven--I know there are going to be special days ahead of us. We just have to have eyes to see it--and a master photographer to turn our days into art.
For the master photographer all is lost,
No one can capture what seems like dross.
Only he could see the light,
When darkness surrounded all our lives.
With a flash and a touch of paint,
He made an image of wandering saints.
The saints may stumble, the saints may fall,
Only The Master catches all.