Young Love
Now we are three
Smilen
Happy Boy Ready for a night out.
All American Boy
PBR
PBR Rodeo
Joy, Love, Happiness.
Joy is in the sunrise, Love is in the stary night Happiness is in a baby's eyes. Joy is in a child Love is in a mother Happiness is in a father Joy is for you to make Love is for you to form Happiness is for your joy and love
Sleepy
Baylor and his Buddy!!!
Baylor Karson Boyd
All Flanked up!!
My First Outfit
A little Boy
A Boy is...
Scuffed up knees, a freckled nose with dimples here and there.
A daring, caring, sharing heart a mass of tousled hair.
Boundless curiosity the spirit to explore.
Two twinkling eyes, a smiling face and energy galore!
A love of our life, a bit of sass, a source of untold joy.
A wonderment, a dream fulfilledGod's miracle...
a BOY!
Scuffed up knees, a freckled nose with dimples here and there.
A daring, caring, sharing heart a mass of tousled hair.
Boundless curiosity the spirit to explore.
Two twinkling eyes, a smiling face and energy galore!
A love of our life, a bit of sass, a source of untold joy.
A wonderment, a dream fulfilledGod's miracle...
a BOY!
My First Halloween
Dad
My first Christmas 2010
Baylor in his SnowSuit
Baylor in his Christmas suit
Happy New Year 2011
Burp Rag Hat
Baylor Karson Boyd
NICU
Mom and Baylor
Soooo Tired
3 days old... so Small
Tiny...3 days old
Daddy's Hands
Shy little Guy
In the Hospital, Day 6
Sunning
My first Family Picture
7 Days Old...and Growing...
Home at last
Mom and ME
Bottle Time
The Boyd Family
We now count three...supper happy are we. Round and Round we go, never to stop that we know.
Mom Loves to Travel
HOW DO I LOVE THEE ?
HOW DO I LOVE THEE ?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need,
by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--
I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life!--
and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1770-1850)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need,
by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--
I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life!--
and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1770-1850)
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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