Twenty-Four

My girl turned 24 last Friday. Here is one of my very favorite pics from her first year.

Look at her now...at work. Such poise, so professional, so grown up. WOW! She is amazing.

Happy, happy Birthday. Love you to bits, my sweet girl!

Storyteller

I am a storyteller. I have a blog by that name. Sometimes I cross reference it here. It is mostly about digital scrap booking and the tools of Photoshop. I am a PS addict. I love it to bits. I am working on stories from back in the day...

In September, 1990, we noticed an unusual caterpillar in our front flower bed. It was lime green, black and white striped. My boys had bug jars and so Drew snatched it up and put it along with some leaves in his bug jar. The next morning, the caterpillar was missing but hanging from the lid was the most amazing chrysalis, bright green with gold studs. Our timing must have been spot on. 

We did some research and thought it just might be a Monarch. We patiently waited and in about 10 days, the chrysalis became transparent and we could see the Monarch within. It gyrated out of the chrysalis and hung upside down, stretching and drying it's wings. We gently opened the jar to release it from it's confines. After a bit, it fluttered away. 

Here is the photo journal story. If you would like to see more stories, set up an RSS feed and follow me there.  www.elainemillarstoryteller.blogspot.com
I would love to have you on board.