Somehow or other I managed to be the one who was constantly interrupted by small people, and called in and out of the room so much I missed over half of what was said.
I almost got resentful of Mr Renn sitting still, holding a sleeping baby Gentleman, and soaking it all in.
But then I got a sweet note on the mirror the next morning. I think Mr Renn was listening to the line about how a marriage is sustained better by daily kindnesses than by large gestures or gifts. I kind of hope he was also listening to the qualification, "Not that your wife wouldn't appreciate a nice gift, such as your miserable budget can allow."
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your blog continually showcases such fine photography that i am beginning to wonder what it would be like should you ever work as the director of photography on a film....
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